He refuses

You throw a little bit of confidence towards James and he shakes his head. "Sorry, you told me I had to finish setting up the ovens before I do anything else." He tells her, his eyes only briefly leaving her bare legs before continuing to work.

"You little shit, I've lost my jeans, you need to help me." Amy shouts, glancing out into the food hall again, hoping she's not drawing any attention.

"Sorry." James replies again. "You told me I'd wind up loosing my job if this wasn't done in time. I guess you'll have to get them yourself."

Amy looks at James in shock. Normally the kid is wet behind the ears, and this is one hell of a bad time for him to suddenly find his courage. Reluctantly she stands up straight, the counter at least covering her lack of clothing from the food hall, but her panties are on full display to James. She might be able to convince him to help, but the food hall is still empty, maybe she could retrieve them herself.