A flash of disappointment came over her features when he said no, hands falling heavily to her sides. Either everyone was a huge procrastinator, or was terrible at packing, herself included. Traveling with a ballet company didn’t permit much for belongings, though. Abruptly, one of her hands shot up, silently asking for his. “Let’s go,” it was probably a stupid idea, but not the worst she had. “It’s dark and I need someone who has working ears.” A soft, friendly smile fell after her spoke words. This wasn’t necessary, and certainly there would be protesting. But if she was going to pick someone to drag outside with her, they at least had to be pleasant to look at someone that looked safe to be around.