[Barok's long strides keep up with her easily, though the size of the cabin perhaps doesn't leave as much personal space as he might have liked without him shoving himself into corners and the like.
When the jar is revealed, he steps forward and narrows his eyes in thought. The others he'd found thus far seemed to have some sort of distinguishing features, but nobody said these things were consistent. Well, there's only one way to find out:]
Perhaps. Would you mind opening it for me, Miss?
[So focused is he on the jar that he hasn't realized he might be standing too close.]
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When the jar is revealed, he steps forward and narrows his eyes in thought. The others he'd found thus far seemed to have some sort of distinguishing features, but nobody said these things were consistent. Well, there's only one way to find out:]
Perhaps. Would you mind opening it for me, Miss?
[So focused is he on the jar that he hasn't realized he might be standing too close.]