"I can keep up," he insists even though she might not have been implying otherwise. "Would much prefer if we ran for it, if I'm honest, but we might miss sommin' if we just high tail it that way." She seemed quite interested in investigating, and hell, maybe there's some merit to figuring out what all the little details add up to. It's just that-... it's been a little over a week of all the little details adding up to nothing so far, so his patience about what's happening to them in general might be starting to wear thin.

"Yes m- Jill." He manages to stop himself this time, reaching out to take her hand and lift it slightly, turning the backs of her fingers towards him instead of the traditional handshake he might reserve for other gentlemen.

"And I can take that if you like." Wouldn't be proper not to at least offer to carry the mirror. But she seems keen on turning it one way and the other. He would more likely end up being the glorified bag carrier husband standing cluelessly outside the store holding the big round shiny thing like a mannequin.

His anxiety is somewhat alleviated when they have decided on moving so he starts that way, towards the light, taking small steps backwards at first while facing her in case she does decide to unload the mirror onto him.