Taking the towel, she dabbed at her brow as she muttered a thank you, loathe to do what she truly wanted to do, which was an unladylike scrubbing of her soaking wet hair.  She flushed a bit at his mention of an umbrella, figuring that she'd buy one before leaving and looking forward to the possibility of discovering other treasures.  She returned his gaze as he studied her, seeming to lose her train of thought.<br/><br/>Placing the towel on the counter, she moved around slowly as he went to the beautiful case, not touching, just drinking in the details of each discarded item with her eyes.  Turning toward him, she looked into the mirror and froze, her eyes widening, torn between bursting into tears and snatching it from his hand.