[ She has NO idea where he thinks he's going, nor has she heard of a claymore. Instinct takes over and she's pressing her hands to his chest to push him back. ]
. . . Um, well, maybe later. [ She doesn't feel comfortable leaving him like this, so she's just going to keep him engaged and otherwise distracted while she tries to clean up. She attempts to inch her way behind the counter where she at least has some supplies. At the very least, some gloves, maybe some washable cloths, paper towels. Something, until she can get hold of that mop. ]
no worries! i've honestly had a rough week so sorry for slowness on my end too :' )
[ She has NO idea where he thinks he's going, nor has she heard of a claymore. Instinct takes over and she's pressing her hands to his chest to push him back. ]
. . . Um, well, maybe later. [ She doesn't feel comfortable leaving him like this, so she's just going to keep him engaged and otherwise distracted while she tries to clean up. She attempts to inch her way behind the counter where she at least has some supplies. At the very least, some gloves, maybe some washable cloths, paper towels. Something, until she can get hold of that mop. ]
I didn't you were a swordsman.