"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Nicked a thorn is all." *Snip* The rose comes cleanly off and gets thrown into the sack. That area of the garden is quickly being cleaned out of its assortment of roses!

"Don't mind me. This is, uh..." She glances down at the sack of purloined flowers in her hand. "...Research." The way that girl was staring she obviously had stuff on her mind, and that technically wasn't a lie.