It's CHEERFUL!
[With a shriek of "Get away from me, you freaks!!", the girl wrenches away and pelts down the alley-
- straight into the arms of a skinny, ratfaced pale man in a waistcoat. He catches her up, blank-faced, and holds her perfectly still.]
[A weaselly man in a purple tophat makes his entrance, catches the struggling girl's hand, and gives it a kiss.]
Leaving so soon, my lovely Alice? Do stay and have tea; I mean no malice.
[Which may be true. But it won't stop the cat-masked woman in green from turning on Lobsang with fingernails sharpened to claws.
Terribly sorry, my boy. I'm sure your little bird-friend would be perfectly willing to come to your aid, were he not occupied with Griff, March, and a very put-out Tweedledum.]