[She opens her mouth to insult him, but words of agreement spring out instead, and she is suddenly crossing the room without even wanting to. She flips the sign from Open to Closed and locks the door.]

What am I doing?

[The question is muttered under her breath as she makes her way back to the counter.]

It might be better if we tell people what is happening, though. Or else the entire town could be running around naked by sundown.