"Aye, well, it's no bother," he says, making sure to gently set her down before turning his attention to his hair. Bending forward slightly, he runs his hands through his hair, sending a rain of greenish bits down to the ground.

That should have gotten most of them, but he brushes his hand over his head again just to make sure. It leaves him a bit rumpled looking, but more or less copper free.

Glancing up at the statue again, he thinks it's just as well. Not only would it be a bit tricky to go out over the arms, he'd have to warn her about the kilt...and he rather suspects that given her earlier reactions, she'd be more than a bit red-faced over the situation.

Rubbing his hands against his kilt to clean them of any stray copper, he moves over towards the base of the trident. "Right. Let's take a look down here, then."