Wow Dreamwidth just ate my comment, let's see if I remembered what I typed.

Look, who knows if she'll get distracted by a giant, shiny thing and fly right into it? Brock has been seduced by giant, shiny things before, you know, and then he wound up with a hat that smells like a men's room. Is that what you want, Molotov? A pee-soaked hat? He's trying to protect you.

Also, Brock is not doing either of those things! Not a one. He just stares up at her for awhile, hands on his hips, then sighs, gesturing widely at his sides.

"Look... I'm worried about you. Okay? Please come down. You're so tiny..."