She waited for him to realize it was her who was talking to him. Beverly has come to learn that once Jeremiah concentrated on something, his focus was set on that, so she didn't bother bugging him and just watched as he sketched. It became amusing when he looked every way, looking for the owner of the voice. Silly Jeremiah.

Squishing her own excitement down, she grinned at him. Probably the most genuine grin since the train. "That's me," she chirped. Multi colored eyes gleaming, Beverly twisted so that she was now hanging upside down, her legs crossed at her ankles around the branch, her arms still clinging to it. "A monkey? I was going for a koala."