He scared the bejesus out of the poor woman. She gave a shriek and then darted for cover. Of course it'd been him. She was now stuck in a predicament... Behind a rock in her underthings with a man right by her. Not just any man, but the one who she was told helped her yet she was not wanting help from. Why, the gall of him, sneaking upon her and clapping as if he mocked her. She sighed. Now what was she going to do? She couldn't just march on up to her clothes with everything on display like some hoyden. She sniffed indignantly.

"If you wouldn't mind, Monsieur, I should be getting dressed," she said loud enough for him to hear even if he couldn't see her right at the moment. Her heart beat pretty hard even still as she sought to recover her composure.