She wasn't even making a big deal of the belt and he was telling her to calm down. Who was this man? She bit her tongue to keep from calling him arrogant that he would assume she would faint or something at the sight of a man taking off his belt. In all actuality, the sight did nothing, not even stir up some girlish fancy. She would say a soft, "Thank you," instead. Amelia watched as he secured her bag and then he announced he couldn't leave her until he got his belt back, which she agreed with. "Where is the nearest, inexpensive inn?" she asked through teeth that were beginning to chatter with the cold of the rain.