An easy nod, though she spoke when she realized he wasn't looking her way. "Yeah, let me get my shoes and stuff." Both were easy enough; her high-heel boots were near the door, and 'stuff' — that is, her waist-wrap of more scarves than an amateur magician and its hidden packs and pockets — lay over the back of the couch. She grabbed the latter of the two as she passed, wrapping and tying the colored fabrics around her waist by the time she reached her shoes.

As she slipped on the first and slipped fingers around laces, she added, "do we need anything else?"