She leans into that touch at her hip, crossing her arms over her chest, listening with just as much solemn intent as he's speaking. The warning not to break his little brother pleases her immensely. He's been paying attention.

"Like I said, don't worry about me. Point out your uncle, and your brother, and I can take care of myself." She idly plucks at the front of his shirt. "You just do what you do, and I'll try to not to embarrass you."

She's wearing her best jeans, and her favourite tunic over a long sleeved shirt. Even in the wedge heels, she should fit in just fine.