...Okay, yeah, you do that.

[She says, watching him with an air of Judgment without moving towards the flowers.]

I'll just be over here, far away from them and any shenanigans that might occur. Good luck.

[That being said, she doesn't make a move to leave entirely, in case something a) interesting or b) legitimately dangerous happens, in which case she'd want to intervene to make sure nothing serious happened to this stranger.]