My T would tell me what she needed/wanted so she'd definately be lost or have car trouble, etc. She's small and straightforward so I wouldn't be afraid or worried/nervous and would probably fall all over myself trying to help her with whatever she needed. I once wrote a poem about myself early in therapy where the first line was "I'm a race horse in pony clothing" and that kind of reminds me of my T in that she's "sturdy," wholesome, and reliable "feeling".