Devika frowned at him. "You can start helping me by taking your hands off me." She really didn't like being touched. Too many bad things had happened when she'd been touched, and it had been years since she let a stranger do so. Her friendliness had a limit. "Mr. Brice, thank you for your help... You seem kind, but... I really don't know you. You may know something large about me, but you don't know me either." She touched her wrist bangle again, this time the jewelry going so tight that it started to indent the soft flesh around her wrist. "I really don't need help. I've got plenty to deal with already, thank you."