"Oi! Keep it down," a man's voice would call out, a head popping up from behind the counter shortly after, as he'd clearly been crouched down there before hand. Wide blue eyes, cropped brown hair and rather large, protruding set of ears were what would greet her. "I'm trying to be brilliant and fantastic over here and you're ruining the mood. I can't think with all you're screaming, now can I? Have you ever tried to think your way out of a trap while you've got some teenage girl screaming in your ear about knowing karate? Good for you, why don't you go practice it outside while I figure us a way out of here, alright?" That long stare he gave the girl was meant to give her time to stammer out her apology and quiet down. But then he was ducking back under the counter and continuing to tear at the electrical cords there, to try and discern where they were going.
Unfortunately, he only found the end of the cords. Cut. Well, crap.
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