Euri is looking more embarrassed at the touch, but it’s at least the ‘oh-god-an-attractive-shirtless-guy-is-touching-me’ kind of embarrassment instead of worthlessness.
 
“… Okay,” she’s replying in a mumble, swallowing thickly. “But be prepared to steal the entire thing. I’m not… really good at this kind of magic. At all.” She is, in fact, expecting to screw up horribly with the first sample, due to previous experiences.