She waved her hand to let him know not to worry about it too much. She always landed on her feet. She smiled to the joke, happily running with them. "I shall have to find my stick then."
"Thank you," he was kind to offer his aid, and she had no idea what was good and what wasn't. She glanced up and then rose. "Don't go anywhere. I'll buy you lunch." She went off to get the shoot done, and after a while she was finally able to change.
She was pulling her shirt on as she came back, no longer caring who saw her in her underwear, or even less. She brushed her fingers through her hair and then put on her coat. "There we are. Sorry. What's good around here? I figure I owe you for being so patient and kind."