"Will rain melt you?" asks the woman. "I hear it only does that to witches, and you don't look like one of those." Something about that question makes her frown, though.

"Here." She suddenly shoves the broom at him. "You interrupted me, so you should finish my job for me." Her frown hasn't gone away, and now it seems to be directed at him. Those reddish eyes of hers are focused pretty intently on him now.