"Shows?" she asks softly, shaking her head to indicate that she doesn't understand what he's talking about. He's only confusing her more.
He asks if she hit her head and Giselle shakes her head again. "Oh no," she says instantly, "I did hurt my wrists, a little, though, breaking the fall." She holds up her hands and shows them to him, the palms scraped a little from the gravel on the road as she'd hauled herself up and tumbled into the street from out of the manhole.
Relief washes over her again when he says that he'll help and she nearly skips to catch up to him as he starts moving, gesturing for her to follow. "Oh, thank you so much!" she practically sings, sounding suddenly cheerful again. "My name is Giselle and I'm from Andalasia," she chirps. "LA, what a strange name. I suppose fitting, a strange name for a strange land..." she thinks aloud wistfully.