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The man that approached was intimidating, even if he appeared slightly inclined to assist her. His burly figure and rough attire screamed 'manual labor' and 'violence' in a way that made her cautious to ask for much more. That was only exacerbated by his wrinkled nose and curt response.
Realizing that she may have interrupted some deep thoughts (which may be rare considering his appearance), Elizabeth grimaced slightly but tried to keep her smile sweet and kind. Pointing to a place above the door, she grabbed the edge of the wooden board. "Sorry for the inconvenience. I just need some help getting this sign hung." Observing that he probably didn't want to hear all about her new endeavors to the area, she tried to keep her mouth closed and her expression soft. In fact, she would have turned him away right then with another apology if she had the strength and height to lift it herself. Instead, she stood 'patiently' - shuffling her feet in the cold - as she unconsciously bit her lip in nervous anticipation for his response.
Elizabeth
