"I'm proud to help a man in uniform." Even if he wasn't in uniform, she teased with a wink. Taking over the pushing of the cart. It wasn't as if they were too far from his brownstone, were they? "Do you know how to clean fish?" She offered, ready to give up a few of the bigger ones if he wanted, from the buckets tied at her waist.
Her brow knit. "How did that happen? I spent so much time in New York, and then home, that I lost track of what was going on over here." Until she'd got got herself anyway.