[ "help"? how very quaint. piter glances around, thinking that perhaps a bot might be somewhere nearby to take his place, but there do not appear to be any of those damnable thinking machines about. after a moment of consideration, he realizes that it might, in fact, be prudent to assist her. this is a less than ideal conflict to be embroiled in-- but in the end, he would rather interact with a bumbling human idiot than a minion of the wardens.
and so, with a small sigh, he takes a step forward and bends to daintily retrieve an item or two. how inconvenient false civility is. ]