"Okay..." She felt a little safer when the old guy reached her. It bothered her how old people could be so annoying but also so helpful. Sometimes she needed them.
She did her best to help him get the harness on her, nodding at the explanation. "Belaying," she repeated, trying hard to memorize the word. "Then we'll have to have a race with someone belaying for us." She was already feeling a lot less scared.