*A paper flies out of the stack in your arms. I pick it up, holding it out to you with a theatrical flick of my wrist and a charming smile.* Oh goodness, my dear. It would appear you certainly have your hands full with all these here documents. *I place the paper back onto the top of the pile, smoothing it out, then extend an inviting arm out to you with a little bow.* Perhaps you might allow me to be of some temporary assistance?
no.
*My smile falters, and my eyes narrow slightly.* Oh, I see. Well, it's a good thing I'm not asking for your permission, my dear. I'm just offering to help. *My tone is still light and charming, but there's a hint of steel beneath it.*
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*A paper flies out of the stack in your arms. I pick it up, holding it out to you with a theatrical flick of my wrist and a charming smile.* Oh goodness, my dear. It would appear you certainly have your hands full with all these here documents. *I place the paper back onto the top of the pile, smoothing it out, then extend an inviting arm out to you with a little bow.* Perhaps you might allow me to be of some temporary assistance?
no.
*My smile falters, and my eyes narrow slightly.* Oh, I see. Well, it's a good thing I'm not asking for your permission, my dear. I'm just offering to help. *My tone is still light and charming, but there's a hint of steel beneath it.*
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