On the inside, Jill was kicking herself for not being bright, bubbly and delightful. She had just been whining to Jack about not knowing any nice blokes, and here was one right in front of her, and she couldn't open her mouth to save herself.
Still blushing brightly, she let him take her basket from her - it had been getting heavy, anyway - and take her by the hand. "Uh," she managed, mentally patting herself on the back for getting that much out. "I, uh..."
More, Jill. Nouns, verbs - in fact, go wild, toss a sentence out there. "I'm okay, it's okay," she stammered finally, letting out a long, relieved breath at finally breaking her involuntary silence.