"Umm," Brooke said, still trying to reach the zip. She stopped, her hands falling to her sides with a huff. Slowly, she looked over her shoulder towards Damon. "Could you, er, help?" she asked, ready for his probably outburst at her daring to not be able to do something he had told her to. When she'd burnt the food he'd told her to cook, he'd nearly bitten her head off... literally.