She clears her throat, clenching a fist and rapping it against her chest to clear out the sudden blockage of awkwardness that had taken her voice. Under normal circumstances she'd have flirted right back, but her composure had been disrupted by the sudden flashes of images she'd rather not reflect upon given the demure and slick attitude of the gentleman across from her.

"The more hands the merrier, if you need them, I mean. Besides, it'll give me time to see whether or not a man like you should be trusted. Unless you've got any objections to having some one tag along with you?"