Serena Pemberton

"It's no trouble at all," Edith says, getting carefully to her feet once she's put the fallen items back into the bag, nearly holding it out before she reconsiders. Instead, she asks, "Where are you headed? I could walk with you, give you a little less to have to carry?" It may be a strange thing to offer a stranger, but it wouldn't seem quite right to do otherwise, when it's too easy to imagine the same happening in another block or two. When she's in no hurry to get anywhere herself, not carrying enough for it to be any kind of interference, she figures she may as well ask.