Ruth trembled as her accent gave her away. She turned and took a rapid breath, instinctively stepping back. It was Boaz standing in front of her. The woman lowered her gaze and crouched her shoulders.
"Listen", he reached towards her, but his hand only painted a vague gesture in the air "you can stay here"; Boaz’ hand opened and pointed to the fields around, defining the awkward movement.
Ruth bowed her head even lower.
"Guys, they may seem quite mmm…" Boaz squinted, looking for a proper expression, "annoying?"
He finished with an audible question mark, checking with Ruth if they may agree on such a mild description
"But they don’t mean any harm. You’ll be fine here."
She mumbled a simple “Thank you” and clenched her dress with both hands.