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"Seriously." He had no problem with using his height to help someone. Even if it meant that someone sitting on his shoulders. He didn't consider standing out an issue. If anyone asked a simple answer of trying to find someone was mostly true. And if someone's instincts took over and they ended up a target... well, it was easier to survive as a pair than individually.
He crouched down so she could get herself situated on his shoulders, holding her legs so she wouldn't fall as he stood. He hoped that she'd find what she was looking for so he could leave. The situation in the tank was uncomfortable and he kind of regretted being nosy. He was glad he could help her, but he could have gone without seeing that grisly mess. "Let me know when you want down."