Feeling like she has to prove something, she stands from her place on the ground and walks over to him, grabbing his wrist (there is no room for respect for personal space when she has to prove a point) to make him stand so she can compare her height against his. Of course, she's not ready for the fact that he is so much freaking taller than her. "Now, that – " she says, referencing his height, " – is just unfair. Okay, but assuming you're like over six feet tall, then it makes sense for me to be five foot four and a half. Also – " She looks up at him to continue her point and instead sees the stars in the sky. She ends up cutting herself off. Stepping back, away from him, to admire it more properly, a soft smile spreads across her face. "Merlin, space is so freaking amazing."