[ He looks like he walked out of an oil painting, but she's had enough displacement to think too hard on it. Her body is weak and cold, the tremble in her hand is genuine when she rises up to take the coat. ]
No. I mean, thank you. I— [ Oh, she's just so flustered! Wrapping his warm coat about herself as she emerges from behind the bush, looking around for anyone else that might be with him. How could something like this happen to her? She's a good girl. ] I don't know where I am or how I got here—
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No. I mean, thank you. I— [ Oh, she's just so flustered! Wrapping his warm coat about herself as she emerges from behind the bush, looking around for anyone else that might be with him. How could something like this happen to her? She's a good girl. ] I don't know where I am or how I got here—
[ Save her, mysterious gentleman. ]