Dickory, you are making my life very difficult with your 'helpfulness,' Kirriam thought hard in the soldier's direction, but she did not voice it. Instead, she said a demure "Thank you," and slipped back into the tent once again.
I'm out of bluffs, she realized, as she opened the trunk and searched through the chain mail shirts veeeeeeery slooooooooooowly to find one that might possibly fit. Maybe I could... no... what if I... no... Maybe I could pretend to twist my ankle, and then he'll laugh at me because it will be clear that I don't know what I'm doing, and he'll drop his guard so maybe I can surprise him and knock his sword out of his hand... no, he'd never fall for it, and he's probably got the reflexes of a rattlesnake anyway...
She also realized tht she couldn't stall any longer. Finally donning a mail shirt that at least sort of fit, she put on a smile and stepped out into the sunlight again, with no clue what trick she should try next.
