It's with surprise and more than a little suspicion that Molotov whips her head to the side to look for the shouter. Thank you for what? She hadn't even done anything.

To see that it's only a little girl, complete with bunny slippers, makes Molotov relax a bit, though she keeps her brow furrowed as she waves back. "You're welcome?" she calls, quieter and questioning, but lets it go with a shrug. This is Paradisa, everyone here is weird.