She'd nearly pointed out that interrupting was exactly what he'd done, but he apparently realized that himself and saved her the trouble of making the comment.
However, she did bristle a little at the idea of being helped. Not because she didn't need it, but rather because she did. She was hopeless at this, utter rubbish, and she'd never done so very badly at anything in her life. Or so it felt to her in that moment. Then again, everything seemed exponentially horrible to her because nothing was right, and from the sounds of things, nothing was ever going to be right.
So she looked away and shrugged her stiff shoulders. "Do you know how to do this then?" She prompted before she turned her brown eyes on the stranger. Her own expression was slightly pinched, pained, her misery clear as day for anyone inclined to see it.