Well, Orb certainly wasn't going to tell him -- it wasn't like she knew, anyway. She wasn't much thinking about it. She was terribly busy. Walking not arm in arm, but occasionally hand-touching, a slightly older gentleman and laughing, lollipop twirling between her fingertips, occasionally licking it.
Her stockings had another tear in them, but she wouldn't be able to tell you where it came from if you were going to ask her.