She’s filled with marvel, and so, therefore, am I. Everyone follows other people’s eyes, when they’re looking at something with great intent. Especially if it’s something we’re not aware of (oh, like an object up in the sky, or on the ground, anywhere). We see the person looking, see that they’re riveted, and we can’t help but want to know what’s riveting them. Maybe it’ll rivet us, too? So we look. Anew.