Again, hesitation -- though this time more from the uncertainty of being able to stand. After all, she's been unsuccessful twice so far. Again, though, she accepts the offered hand, levering herself upward into a standing position with him as a counterbalance.

She still wavers a little once up, and reaches out instinctively for the open van door to steady herself.

"It's fine," she offers in reply to his question. "Yes . . . I can use one."

Behind her, the silvery threads creep back into the waves.