[Lacie blinks up at him, then snorts. The sound quickly dissolves into a laugh--half mocking and half genuinely amused. Here he stands, almost a full foot taller than her, dressed in his usual black and red, imposing as anything with his resting bitchface, and he needs her help!]
The great Duke of Baskerville can't get through a crowd!
[Reaching out, she grabs his hand and proceeds to drag him along with her.]
Come on! If anyone won't let you pass, hit them!
[She declares this loudly enough that a few people who'd seen her arrival move out of the way before she has a chance to demonstrate.]
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The great Duke of Baskerville can't get through a crowd!
[Reaching out, she grabs his hand and proceeds to drag him along with her.]
Come on! If anyone won't let you pass, hit them!
[She declares this loudly enough that a few people who'd seen her arrival move out of the way before she has a chance to demonstrate.]