Her lace gloves had not fared so well in the rain. Carefully, she slid them off and traded them for some latex-free gloves used to do any food prep. Even when she wasn't handing over muffins, she still wore them. And now, she was glad for it. The lace ones were hanging to dry for a while and people kept touching her hands as she handed things over. It would have been a bad day to share sights with any of these grumpy guses.
With her sunglasses still on top of her head, she managed to catch the subtle shift in Ethan's aura as the irritations of the day started to get to him and the man was extra rude. And, sure, she was soaking wet, and sure later she would sneeze a lot, but for right now, she was fine. Heading over to Ethan, she rest her safely secured hand over his.
"You know. You look like you could use a hug. I will not hug you, because I don't want you to look like you just drug yourself out of the ocean, too, but just know I'm giving it to you in my head!" She gave his "cheek" another kiss. "Don't let them get to you, sweet heart. People like that aren't worth it. He's having a bad day so he's hoping to make your day bad and, in turn, make his day better. It doesn't work, but that's what he wants. How are you holding up?"