She blinked at him, his words catching her off guard. First off-- What? Was that another language? She gave his papers a wary look before fidgitting with the front of her dress. Which lead her to her second point of confusion. She glanced down at herself, growing self-conscious for what felt like the first time in her life. "I... hadn't really thought about it..." She admitted, wrapping her arms around herself as she considered the cold for the first time. Her shoulders dropped, relenting to his logic. "But I can't take charity," she admitted, a slight flush to her cheeks. It was a concept her father had drilled into her long ago-- don't take favors. Don't take help. Earn your way or don't take at all. His aversion to it made sense now. Still, a moment of clarity over her father's issues didn't mean she could discard morals that had long since become her own. She flailed in place, desperate for a solution that allowed her to walk out of this chaos with just a little bit of dignity. "I can... carry your bags?" She offered, her gaze upwards matching that desperate need to retain something of herself here. Just say yes.