Oooh, I like the sound of that. Though I have to warn you that I'm into some freaky shit.

[ WINK. She takes the hand offered and pulls herself back up, with some effort. She seems completely oblivious to the small sack that is now missing from her pocket -- which, unfortunately for Thancred, only contains a bunch of flowers she's picked. ]

Sorry about the whole walking into you thing, by the way. Still trying to get re-used to this "being solid" [ --emphasized with some very dramatic air quotes ] thing.