You were, yes, but I'm the one being a combination of pushy and philosophical about giving that help. It is your right and privilege to decline, if you're so inclined. But... I like that fire in your eyes. It's a good look.

[Holding out her hand, a small series of hangers cling to her hand, clothing still attached.]

Please, go ahead. Shout if you need something, I can hunt a bit more if something doesn't seem right.