He's surely used to the flitting wonder of someone discovering that their thoughts might not be private, but, not understanding enough of it, she sets the whole matter to one side. Instead, she flops down so she's also sitting instead of crouched.

"You can't hear thoughts as a mug..." It was a weird rule. Could he turn into other things, but still sense thoughts? If that's what he means. She rests her chin on her hand, leaning forward. "You can turn back, if you want, but someone's gonna try and pick you up."

She hopes he turns back, she wants to watch it again.