[The arm he grabs happens to be the one whose hand is reaching into her purse, alas. She stops to look at him, frowning, and it looks like she might protest when the giggling starts again among the employees. Suddenly they're whispering to themselves, and she doesn't have to be able to hear it to imagine what they might be saying.
That familiar shade of red returns to her cheeks and she gently brushes his hand away as she pulls out her card. Embarrassed (again), she glances away for the moment.]
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That familiar shade of red returns to her cheeks and she gently brushes his hand away as she pulls out her card. Embarrassed (again), she glances away for the moment.]
S-Still a do-gooder, aren't you...
[Then again, so is she. She'll find a way.]