She fumbles for a moment, fingers fluttering absently before settling at his back, and chin ducking - more to shade the unnecessary rush of color than to watch their careful progress.

It's not terribly difficult - not really - but she's distracted and that is utterly horrible all on it's own. Her heart is far too fast and her stomach is fluttering worse than her hands.

"Conveniently," she manages to snort. "Or else I would be dragging you after me."