She moves the chair a few more feet away, engages the breaks, and uses her arms to transfer herself into one of the Inn's wooden chairs. At no point does any part of her lower body move on its own- in fact, she has use her hands to position her legs in place once she's seated.

"It's a chair. On wheels. I'm paralyzed from the waist down," she explains, a little more bluntly than she would a child, but without the bite the words would have to someone of her own time. Mostly without the bite, anyway.

She gives him a few moments to see that she is not, in fact, attached to the chair like some sort of cybernetic wheeled centaur, and transfers back into it, taking a few moments to get her feet in the right place on the footplate.