The bat squirms quite a lot to be able to sit up from that, but once she does she's looking over her arms. Even if one didn't have Herbert's Anatomy-Vision, the wing membrane makes viewing each of the joints of the wing quite easy in the light; Reira flexes both wings at once, peering back and forth between them to stare. "Umn! I guess so," she notes, flapping them a little. It's not unlike if an actual child wearing fake wings gave it a shot.

Which is to say, it's a mess. "I guess I could curl them when I'm flapping up..."