"No, I'm all set." She smiled apologetically. "I just... seem disorganized, sometimes." She adjusted her braid so it came around one side, already noticing she'd probably have to redo it soon or at least pin it up. She had gloves in the pockets of her jacket and a hat folded in an inside pocket.
"One more stop..." She returned to the kitchen, opened the fridge and removed four bottles of water. As she emerged, she amended, "Ah! One more stop..." And scooped her camera case from the table. She looped the strap around her neck and turned to face Noah.
"Right. All set."
Crossing to the door, she opened it and held it for him.