[She doesn't feel convinced by him, but it is pretty impressive to see him still staying on his feet. Riddel clutches at her dress just a tough tighter, trying to pick up the pace. She'd consider a wardrobe change later, likely one that would never come to pass, but it's just too unlike her.]
I am not just going to leave you!
[She only pauses long enough to say so before she picks back up. Her eyes are scouting, searching, trying to find a place to hide. An alcove? A little hidden crevice somewhere in this place that she doesn't know nearly well enough. Maybe they can dip into a little area that the statue can't just follow them in.
Oh. There's a shop door. She lifts her other hand and attempts to point at it.]
Here!
[Her hand catches onto the handle and in her haste, she struggles to get it open the first couple of times. On the third, the handle turns and she draws it open, trying to wave Gumshoe in, so they can slam the door on the angel for a moment's reprieve.]
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I am not just going to leave you!
[She only pauses long enough to say so before she picks back up. Her eyes are scouting, searching, trying to find a place to hide. An alcove? A little hidden crevice somewhere in this place that she doesn't know nearly well enough. Maybe they can dip into a little area that the statue can't just follow them in.
Oh. There's a shop door. She lifts her other hand and attempts to point at it.]
Here!
[Her hand catches onto the handle and in her haste, she struggles to get it open the first couple of times. On the third, the handle turns and she draws it open, trying to wave Gumshoe in, so they can slam the door on the angel for a moment's reprieve.]