Joan tests her weight on the foot and winces, not at the ankle but at the twisted boot and the laces cutting into her foot. She scans the room for a table, and finding one, gestures to it. "I'll be fine as soon as I re-lace the boot. Thank you."

But she does wait for him to help her to the table if he will, since her foot is half out of the boot and she'd rather not trip again.