Donnie glanced up from the floor, all a bit flustered still, "Oh," he blinked.<br/><br/>The soft, light voice offering the helping hand had a face that matched it just right! She had the biggest, brightest green eyes he'd ever laid peeper upon, they almost seemed blue how they caught the sky. She was too pretty! A little flick of a nose, whipped cream skin all soft and light and that smile!<br/>He grinned back dopily.<br/>"Cheers honey!" he squeaked, voice going... funny... he paused to inspect the split bag for a moment instead, turning it the other way round, trying parts of it in knots and salvaging as much of it as he could, "I ... 'think' that will hold," he pulled a face, "Can't say fo' sure though... I haven't quite got my PHD in plastic bag mechanics yet,"<br/><br/>You know what! Some people here had wonderful manners! Still... a pang of guilt hit him... he didn't want to see her bullied on account of him. His previous friends had been as hard as coffin nails and would dress wildly themselves, maybe she was cut from the same cloth, maybe not. You never could tell. He started to gingerly repack bits and bobs, taking the bottle from her with a grin, "I wouldn't hang about for much longer, missy," he shot her a small understanding wink, "You'll have no street cred left!"