[ Let it be known that just because Bob had set out to try to be better, do better, having witnesses to his clumsy attempts at it isn't what he's doing it for. In fact, the smattering of ironic applause only seems to make his body temperature spike and his cheeks burn. What makes this markedly worse is the fact that while his face is hidden, hers isn't. And from what little he can glance through the mesh she doesn't seem particularly pleased by the turn of events.

Embarrassment may as well pour from him. ]

Yeah, sorry.

[ Bob helps right her, tentacles hovering awkwardly near her but not touching her. And when he's certain that there wouldn't be any more mishaps between the two of them he steps back and away, putting pointed space between them. As the crowd begins to disperse he goes to rub the back of his neck subconsciously - except all it succeeds in doing is squeak as the fabric rubs against itself. Finally he manages to find his voice again and sheepishly offer something that he hopes will create some levity where there was only stifling embarrassment. ]

If that doesn't boost sales, I don't know what will. [ He turns towards her a grateful smile in his voice. ] Thanks for helping me. Even if turned into a bit of a show.