[Does Hilda blink down at the shampoo in her hand when he mentions it? Yes. Does Hilda hold it out? Nah. She does, in fact, pull it a bit farther away, under the guise of shifting her shopping bag a bit higher on that particular arm. Where's the fun in letting him take his rose-scented shampoo and run...]
That's easy for you to say! I'm very fragile, and you're very solid. Running into you was quite a shock.
[That's only, like, half a complaint, because Hilda is Hilda—but ah, would you look at that slight away before Hilda manages ("manages") to catch herself.]
In fact—oh, dear, but I'm feeling rather woozy. Maybe I should sit down... [That outstretched hand? Hi, hello, Hilda is reaching right out to grab it with her free hand. She needs to steady herself—while offering him the doe-eyed look that works on, like, 90% of the population.] Do you see a bench nearby?
[By which she obviously means, "O, woe is me! Please lead me to a bench, careless-but-kind stranger."]
hilda needs to learn this deep seph lore
That's easy for you to say! I'm very fragile, and you're very solid. Running into you was quite a shock.
[That's only, like, half a complaint, because Hilda is Hilda—but ah, would you look at that slight away before Hilda manages ("manages") to catch herself.]
In fact—oh, dear, but I'm feeling rather woozy. Maybe I should sit down... [That outstretched hand? Hi, hello, Hilda is reaching right out to grab it with her free hand. She needs to steady herself—while offering him the doe-eyed look that works on, like, 90% of the population.] Do you see a bench nearby?
[By which she obviously means, "O, woe is me! Please lead me to a bench, careless-but-kind stranger."]