She didn't take the latter part of what he'd said as an insult, though she could have; Bela agreed that she wouldn't do very well with anything more hands-on. No experience, after all. "Anne's a friend." One of few.
Still. Enough. It was mad how she'd come out here all nervous and now she was relatively composed. God, she loved him, didn't she? Bugger. "Still have things to do out here, or would you like to come in with me?"