Another person may have been embarrassed at finding themselves with an audience. Another time, and Faris might have been. Right now, however, there was no time for that, and more people meant more potential witnesses! To the sandworm crisis, that is, not to her fall.
Brightening at the sound of voices, she took the offered hand without even thinking. With a grunt, she pulled herself to her feet--and saw that her blunder had attracted quite the diverse assortment of people: a fair-skinned girl (her helper!), a pretty boy, and a girl with blood-colored hair. Interesting!
"Ah, yes, I'm fine! The city isn't, however, if this goes unchecked," she said, cutting straight to business as she brushed dirt off her hands and knees. Turning from the girl who'd helped her, she bent and touched fingers to the slime of one husk. It clung to her skin, and when she pulled away, a thick strand of it followed.
"Mm. It's fresh, very fresh, which means they're around here somewhere. Though how worms the size of dogs could have--ah, no matter. It's so hot out, most people in their right mind are indoors, so there aren't enough people around that would have noticed...suppose they could have easily slipped by, clever, clever bugs...and if there's larva here, what of the source..."
Faris trailed off, talking more to herself than to anyone as she paced. She shook her hand, but the glob of goo stuck and, with a grimace, she wiped it off onto her kilt.
"Looks like we've got a pest problem here, ladies. Those things are relatively harmless in their current larval state, but they'll be hungry, and they're large enough now to eat cats and babies. None of you have seen anything odd, have you?"