"Your driver can help you with those"

"Huh?" Melissa briefly wondered what Mary meant by that.

"The person who drove you here and who's driving you back," Mary answered, "they can help you get your clothes."

"Oh! Uh... right," Crap! Melissa had been caught in her lies. "Actually, you know what? I don't want them to see me like this," Mary raised her eyebrows at this suggestion, "I'll just get them myself," as she turned around and bent over, groping the floor a mere foot from where her clothes were - so close, and yet so very far...