Eventually she'll call it a wash. The notes aren't that important. She snatches what she can, holding it firmly so no gust of wind or ghost can take them back. She grumbles as she does this, muttering something about bratty spirits. She balances on a branch, reaching to get one last piece of paper--but it's grabbed from her reach and swept up to the top of the tree.

"Fine!" She huffs before turning around and jumping down from the branch. She lands lightly on her feet, turning her back to the tree.