He had a nice handshake; not at all clammy with a firm grip. If he seemed at all weirded out at shaking hands with a half naked person, he didn't let it show. He mentioned they had spoken on the electrical network, which Ginny pondered as she stepped into the pants Hans had picked out.
"Have we?" Ginny asked, thinking back. "I hope I was much more pleasant than I was this afternoon. I assure you this isn't my usual state of being."
There were so many new people, coming and leaving at all times, it was sometimes hard to keep track of new acquaintances. She thought of Sirius and how he had come and gone out of their lives again so quickly. Sansa, too, had nice to chat with and had vanished out of thin air. It was only logical that they went back to their old lives but it made Ginny wonder why she and the rest of the survivors still remained when others were so quickly reclaimed. What did they have that she, Hermione, Hans, and the rest of them did not?
Ginny slid the jeans up her legs, finding that they covered her curves snugly, but not uncomfortably. It was a good fit, that wasn't the question. She still couldn't reconcile that she didn't have the means for pay for them, as much as she needed them. Favors were the ultimate form of currency and Ginny would have to owe Hans one for this. She wasn't sure how this made her feel but Ginny ultimately did not have a choice in the matter.
At the decidedly overt compliment from her attentive gentleman sales clerk, Ginny grinned and shook her head ruefully from behind the curtain. Hans was a charmer, that was for sure, but guys with smooth moves often had a lot to hide and couldn't always be trusted. But since he'd given her the benefit of the doubt, she could at least do the same. It was the least she could do.
"So," Ginny said, pushing the curtain aside and stepping out. "What do you think?"
Ginny knew she looked nice in the slacks but it was always nice to feel validated in your own high opinion of yourself.