Something in Agatha's chest did a cartwheel when her date squeezed her hand and said they'd have the place to themselves. Lock had already said it would just be the two of them, but still, the way Barrel [i]said[/i] it... She peeked up at him and batted her eyelashes innocently. 

When he reminded her how the access ladders worked, she debated between showing him a bit of acrobatic skill or politely allowing him to help. She decided on the latter; he was trying so hard to impress her, and he could probably use a little pick-me-up after the mistake that led to him being late. She carefully made her way down and leaned forward to delicately touch his shoulder as if to lean on it.