Lottie looked at the helmet he held out to her, then back to Hermod, torn. She didn't want to wear the thing. And not because it would smoosh her hair and give helmet hair, which had happened before. She'd worn them when mortals were around and she was trying to set a good example. But she hated them then too. Because it sort of diminished the feeling of going fast.
But Hermod was offering to be sweet, to look out for her safety. And she didn't want to offend him. They'd just met, and he'd been so adorably nervous, and they were finally getting to a more comfortable place where he didn't blush all the time. She really did want to be friends with Hermod. Lottie thought it would help him to have a female friend, maybe make him a little more at ease with the opposite sex. Plus, she liked him.
So she reluctantly took the helmet and looked down where she held it in her hands. Lottie tried very hard not to wrinkle up her nose, but she wasn't sure she succeeded. As she put the stupid thing on her head, she mumbled, “Thank you, Hermod. It's very kind of you to look after my well-being.”
She fumbled a bit with the chin straps, because she was not at all used to fastening helmets. Her fingers felt stupid and clumsy and she knew she probably looked like an idiot, so she smiled and joked, “By the time I get it on, it'll be sunset. At least we won't need to wear these in the Bugatti.”