Alma looks from Flint, back to Brooke in a sort of baffled confusion.  How is she supposed to relax?  Things right now don't exactly warrant rest and relaxation.  "Oof, wha?" she murmurs as the objects are thrust into her grasp.  The dust gets to her and makes her sneeze quietly.  "Wait, what are you doing now?" she questions, really not trusting of his little coins at this point.  The next thing she knows, her hand is grabbed and they are in a completely different area.  "You have got to stop doing that so suddenly," she groans and looks around. "Please tell me what's going on, you're losing me here," she just sighs.  Keeping up with him was a challenge for her.  Most everything seemed to be on a whim, and she just doesn't know how handle that.