[There was nothing worse than being useless in an emergency situation. Conan found himself sympathising for all the stress he'd put Ran through in a whole new way. There were more people missing than he could verify, and people worried about their friends had no time to answer his questions. Conan couldn't blame them. He was short even in his first
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Distracted as she was, she almost ran over the trolley coming her way -- and the little kid pushing it. A boy smaller than the trolley itself with a familiar face. Taken aback a bit, she blinks, but then smiles, if somewhat weakly.]
Ah -- sorry, little guy. You helping out?
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That's the plan!
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[Promptly, she steps aside, but after a short pause, she eyes him again.]
Do you need help with that?
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