She had been laughing so much that surely her illusion must've slipped away by now, but it didn't matter anyway, because after the initial bout of laughs ensued, her father began to descend to meet up with Reed. She eagerly followed, keeping the grip of her wooden sword in her maw tight as she landed carefully next to him, nearly tripping over herself. The flirting indeed went over her head, as she just giggled between gritted teeth at the comment, putting her sword down only long enough to stick her tongue out at Reed. Ever since she had shown off her own sword and her display of bravery, it stuck with the young child and never left. It would be really cool to be like Reed. Roxanne's sword had a little twist, though; it was clearly a dead branch with two pronged ends, the other branches having been cut off. Both of the remaining branches were carved to a sharp point, and while one branch almost stuck straight out like a regular sword, the other branch curved to the side, so that even when Roxanne held onto it lengthwise, she could still thrust the sharp point forward.
After her father spoke, she forgot all about her sword for a moment as she asked, "What was that song you were singing? It was really nice!" she cleared her throat instinctively, as if she were about to try and sing it herself. She wanted to, at least.