Now it was just pathetic. Menachem looked away as the bag threatened to open again. "Wait a second..' He reached down and removed his belt. "Calm down, I'm not gonna give you a show. Not interested." He grumbled and pulled off the belt and wrapped it around her bag to keep it closed. He almost sealed it when he noticed something in the puddle and plucked it up to throw in before it could be identified, hoping to keep her from getting the wrong idea.

"Why not try to make friends with someone local who can let you borrow their washtub? You can offer to do a little of their laundry along with your own. If they're busy enough, they might jump at the chance." He held the bag out to her to take. "I can't leave you alone until I get that back." He gestured to the belt but then looked her up and down. "I don't think my being here can make your day worse."