Jayne intook a sharp breath, like Neil Armstrong before landing on the moon.  She took the hand and allowed herself to be helped up into a standing position.  Her cheeks flushed and she bent at the waist slightly herself.  "The garment isn't meant to be immodest my lord," Her mind was quickly catching on to what she would have to do and say to survive in this envirnment.  This spirit, this man was from an entirely differant time and was therefore unaware of the progression of time.  He didn't have to adapt or evolve, such was the luxury of death.  " it's only made this short to allow for quicker movement."<br/><br/>She brushed the hair from her face and tried not to look as though she were going to pee her pants in excitement and fear.  There was an adrenoline rush like no other and it was at this time that she loved and regretted her career choice all at once.