And clutch she does, even if she has to turn her head - a second too late, since she already smashed her nose in his back.

She's scrunching the feeling out of it when he speaks up, draws her attention up to the place. "Yup. It looks like it has a lot." Or else she hopes so, since she's never been here. But there's the usual advertisement of "Soup - Sandwiches - Bread - Pie" up top.

And she looks it over until she has the though to perhaps, loosen her death grip. "Ah, sorry-" Please keep loaning a couple shoulders for her to get up, though.