"I will watch it like a hawk." What an odd idiom, though once she thinks about it she supposes hawks have good eyesight. She makes a mental note to look into hawks. And kestrels.

With a good natured sigh, she unfolds from her seat and turns him in the right direction, one hand on his shoulder, one lower on his arm. "I'll be fine and I won't go anywhere, promise." Another shove, more like a nudge in the right direction, back to all the other people. "We've got time, remember? Now go away."