Scaramouche looks completely affronted by the obstruction. His eyes rove over the shield, craning his neck to look at the way it domes above him. He turns around to see someone lying at his feet.

"Okay babe, let's make it snappy. Give me your hand."

He makes a beckoning motion with his own. He doesn't bend down to offer it to her; he just waits for her to pull herself together and do what he said.