It isn't about what makes me feel better, sir. It's about what makes you feel better. [She insisted, biting her lip. She did notice, though, how his eyes never looked around and while he looked at her, he didn't really seem to see her.

So her curiosity, which could make her very rude, piqued and she couldn't help but ask:]

I beg your pardon sir, but are you blind? [She asked pausing in their walking, trying to lock her gaze with his.]