She manages to keep on her feet, but a steadying hand on her elbow isn't out of place. The Turtlekin is kind to offer, but it's still embarrassing for her and she buries her face in her sweater as she finds a seat besides him. It was a strange stumble too, one where she kept falling forward because every attempt to catch her fall came up short-like her feet are trying to land on stairs that aren't there.

When he says they'll be fine though, she peaks out of the sweater just a little bit, cheeks still flush with embarrassment. "Are you sure? I think I could find someone better at the sneaking-about parts if you like. I'm mostly an analyst right now."