After he had woken up, Gaara had apparently gotten dressed as well, though he still wore the usual fishnet shirt combined with desert clothing that he so often wore, and even here in the middle of the water he had his gourd of sand. Looking toward her once more, he grimaced a bit and offered her, at least non-verbally after he had opened the door, the permission to come in. Having listened to her words, it seemed like he had taken some time to draft a response in his mind that would have sounded right before he had said it. No one ever really accused Gaara of being a people person at all. "I had been under the impression that you were looking at me as something more than a mere friend." It was a rather forward statement, but he actually hadn't appeared to be too far off.