Now that the initial separation had been broken, the gallant but gutter-born Major was entirely willing to wrap an arm around her shoulders. Just to help keep her warm, he told himself. Just because she was already leaning.

Oh, he was a chump for ever damsel he met.

"What'd be your name, miss?" He'd need it, he suspected, for when he eventually confronted the pirate. Best not to confront Miss Summers directly, lest the accusation be truly false. That would just be embarassing for all involved.