Smoothing a hand over the waist of her dress, Henley glances down, considering. The hat might get a little tiresome, if she's going to be trying on clothes, but it won't be the first time she's had to juggle a hat or a purse or what have you, while out on the town. What she didn't think to bring with her, coming out, was a purse, or by extension her wallet, however, and while Jack may have his on him, along with the card tied into the group fund -- well, she'd still like her purse. She can lose the hat, find some more comfortable walking shoes while they're there.

That in mind, as she looks back up at him, she asks, "You mind?"