Following Edward through the apartment, Faye held the girl in place as she reached down to pull the suspenders over Edward's shoulders, carefully tightening both straps until they fit snugly, unlikely to slip off again and somehow trip the girl. As the shirt's sash didn't reach long enough to be a hazard in the same way, Faye simply tied it once in front of Edward's chest, helping to prevent it from flailing in the wind or getting caught in passerby. "I don't think that home's going to be so easy to find, Edward," she answered honestly, getting that out of the way first. It twisted in her stomach, the thought that maybe she'd be able to find a good amount of fuel and go flying for some time, soaring above the buildings, looking at the tiniest of figures down below.

"Well, we'll only know if we set out," she concluded, one way or the other. "But I'm not going to make any guarantees, and all I've done lately to understand engineering is take that class of Tony Stark's. Not the most balanced education. So. Socks and shoes? Or are you staying in?"