There was a little pause, as if some mental equivalent of a construction worker in a reflective vest started waving a warning flag that the path ahead had the potential to be rife with danger.

So she carefully veered toward a comfortably vague "I help with a lot of things," with a shrug to match. "I'm just--"

She was going to say good like that, but, ohgod, what if that just lead him to agree? Ugh.

"--a helpful person," she tried.