( she lifts the umbrella up higher to account for his height, but frowns tightly at the offer to take it. it's only an umbrella, and she probably wouldn't normally be so cagey if there hadn't been several attempted thefts already, but still. )

Yes I do mind, actually.

( she's being unreasonable and she knows it, but she still steps in close to his side and stretches her arm up rather than hand over the umbrella, stuck in the stubborn corner that she's made for herself now. she's probably going to regret this when her arm starts to ache. )

Did yours get stolen? Those little assholes, who steals umbrellas in the middle of a creepy rainstorm like this?