She had laughed again at his quip about smelling salts. The image alone was something that was just out of character enough for her that the idea seemed ludicrous. But the sensation of his hands on her hips (covered as they were by her skirts, and petticoats — oh Merlin, no this was not the time to be thinking about her under garments and the proximity of a man's hands to them) saw her cheeks flush quite a bit, and suddenly Mabel wished for the lights to be out. No! Not out, that was...that was what happened when a man and woman lied together, wasn't it? Oh, this was not something she wished to be thinking about right in this moment, help.

"Yes," She squeaked, before placing her feet firmly beneath her and righting herself. "We have smelling salts at work." It was a feeble attempt at distraction. "I shouldn't wish to have those near me every day any how."

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