"I'm not--I'm not sneaky! And I haven't implied nothin'! I was only..."
Stung, Fox put her hands in her pockets, looked down at the floor. She'd said it wrong, mis-worded her request somehow. Woefully naive about how to interact in most social settings, she had simply said the first thing that occurred to her. The elder Cullens had been insular sorts, and there had been little contact with their few neighbors that wasn't necessary.
That she was also lying through her teeth about her identity only added to her confusion. Had wearing trousers for so long led her to this somehow? Looking down at the boots she wore, the boots she'd polished before leaving Mrs. Soames', she could feel herself blushing.
"I haven't implied anything, Missus," she said again, lifting her head to risk a look at Elspeth's partially obscured face. A right judgmental woman she was, assuming such a thing when her intentions were purely honorable. She'd only wanted to sit with her, not...
People were beginning to look. Fox tried to gather up her scattered dignity. "You've no cause to raise such a fuss. I meant ye no harm."