Hmph. Sorry that not all of us have been graced with the gift of towering over mere mortals. [ She wonders if she'll have to get on her tip toes, or if she could just ask him to bend down a little but he beats her to it when he crouches in front of her. Grinning, she reaches to blindflold the stranger, stepping back when she's satisfied at it's security. ]

Testing, how many fingers am I holding up?

[ She's not holding any up. ]