[ Gray is much better with crowds than she used to be, but it's still overwhelming to have so much anger pressing down tight on her — especially in the aftermath of a ghostly jumpscare. If she were quicker of wit or at all comfortable with public speaking, she might be able to talk her way out of this. Instead she's fully withdrawn into her hood, her weak protests completely drowned out by the people around her by the time someone bursts onto the scene to intervene.
If Amos's back weren't recognizable enough, his voice bulldozes the crowd's complaints into an uneasy silence. Amos is a well-known and well-regarded Zenite; however righteous the people here may feel, none of them are capable of overcoming Amos's good standing.
Reluctantly, the crowd begins to disperse. Gray's taut breathing eases as the air seems to reach her lungs again, her shoulders loosening under Amos's hand. She's silent until most of the crowd is gone and she and Amos have some semblance of space. She takes a deep breath before looking up at Amos, a bit weary around the eyes but ready to offer him a grateful smile. ]
... Thank you, Mr. Amos. I was a bit careless.
[ She'd reacted purely out of instinct. She can't blame the crowd for being alarmed. ]
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If Amos's back weren't recognizable enough, his voice bulldozes the crowd's complaints into an uneasy silence. Amos is a well-known and well-regarded Zenite; however righteous the people here may feel, none of them are capable of overcoming Amos's good standing.
Reluctantly, the crowd begins to disperse. Gray's taut breathing eases as the air seems to reach her lungs again, her shoulders loosening under Amos's hand. She's silent until most of the crowd is gone and she and Amos have some semblance of space. She takes a deep breath before looking up at Amos, a bit weary around the eyes but ready to offer him a grateful smile. ]
... Thank you, Mr. Amos. I was a bit careless.
[ She'd reacted purely out of instinct. She can't blame the crowd for being alarmed. ]