[Somehow, she thinks this conversation is a bit over, so she's getting ready to fall back into a dull boredom waiting for the line to move, but the cute girl behind her keeps talking. She gives a soft ] Ah-

[As her attention is grabbed again, and she turns around, blinking slowly for a moment as the question sinks in. Then, she looks back up at the procession.] What's there to be nervous about? [It seems an honest question, even if a bit of an out-of-left-field one.]

Should I be afraid of them? I thought we were just getting a necklace from them.

[Yeah, 'a necklace'. Not 'a rosary', a 'necklace'. She's good at this.]