With her hands lowered from her eyes, Oskar took that as a positive sign.  Perhaps Jane was slowly but surely getting used to the vehicle’s speed and effortless movement.  As she took in the sights while he drove along, he enjoyed seeing the sheer wonder on her face, like a child seeing the world for the very first time.  He could only imagine what she might be thinking of, though he never thought to ask, confident that she would broach any subject she cared to know more about.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, he felt it necessary to explain the manner of her dress.  Oskar was actually fine with it, since it accentuated her female form quite well.  He could, however, envision people who would construe it as either too fancy or inappropriate, whatever that meant.  There was no way to stop others from voicing their opinions.  It was just that he didn’t want her caught unnecessarily in the crossfire.  He enlightened her about this, too.<br/><br/>Having found a parking spot, Oskar shut the car down as usual, unbuckled his seatbelt, and turned toward Jane.  He spontaneously bit his lower lip, as once again, a doubtful expression played across her face, reminding him of her virtuousness.  Patting her hands on her lap, he calmly stated, “You’ll be fine, Jane, and I know you’ll do great.  Just like you did with those men back at the house, although this time, I’ll be right next to you.”<br/><br/>Since her seatbelt release was between them, he engaged the lock and it retracted, thus freeing her for movement.  "And remember, Jane, if you wish to speak telepathically, speak that way only to me.  I believe all you need do is think back on the reactions you got back at Grace’s.”  He smiled at her, hoping he didn’t sound like she was being scolded.<br/><br/>Exiting the vehicle, it suddenly dawned on Oskar that he never showed her how to open the car door.  He hustled over to her side, and opened it for her.  Stepping out sheepishly, Jane gathered in her immediate surroundings with wide eyes.  While they slowly walked toward the mall’s one of many entrances, he whispered to her, “You’re okay, Jane.  You’re okay.”  Upon completion of clothes-shopping, Oskar fancied the idea of treating her to lunch and to top things off, some ice cream.  He had no doubt whatsoever that she would find the frozen treat delicious and enjoyable.  I wonder what flavor she’d like, he wondered to himself.