Menachem was starting to plot things when the woman's luggage exploded and there was clothing everywhere. He muttered under his breath and watched. "Want help?" He wasn't about to just start helping, the woman would think the worst as they always do. The last thing he needed was her screaming about some pervert grabbing her personal items, not that anyone would probably come. "Your stuff is starting to get muddy." He gestured to a few pieces that had landed on the edge of a rain puddle and were soaked and getting dirtier by the second. Seeing someone else have a bad time for once almost made him smile.