Julien wouldn't be trembling. It makes him hesitate half a step, wonder what Exactly one does with a woman holding things together like this.

"...quite, Miss."

So he does what he would do with Julien. He reaches for her cigarette to flick away, pulls out his own pack to offer her a fresh one. It's a Small thing, perhaps, but it's an act of Care. Of Normalcy between people of their respective ranks.

"Whenever you're ready to rest, Miss, I'll see to your clothes."