[ She feels stoned, honestly, so forgive her for taking a few moments to process the sight before her. Julia's hand hangs in the air, the wheels turning sluggishly until the arm begins to lower and a lazy smile creeps on her face. ]

Eliot. Hi.

[ Her hand lifts again and points at the sky when he looks up - not even noticing the slur to his words. Her normally tight-laced self is thoroughly loosened, her thoughts flowing off of her tongue with little to no filter. ]

I was gonna try to help the clouds with making some interesting shapes. But I couldn't decide what shape. Maybe a flower. Or a ship. Or a cow...

[ Hell, she isn't even sure she can do it. Either because of her powers or because of the effort it might take. Eh, she'll figure that out in a bit. ]