She considers the option very seriously for a moment, and ultimately decodes against it. She's a grown woman, after all, and giving into a completely irrational fear makes her seem... childish. Besides, the more hands at work, the quicker the unloading will get done, and the quicker that happens, the quicker they can take off for better places.

"I know", she answers, shrugging. "But I'm going to do my job, anyway. You didn't hire me to sit here and look pretty."

This time, the smile she offers is a bit more real, a bit more amused. Hopefully, all would go well so that they could leave quickly. She doesn't want to stay for a moment longer than completely necessary.