[Marc was just rounding a corner when he spots a woman up ahead, suffering a miniature freak-out and looking like she's lost something. A contact lens, maybe? She sure is reaching down to feel the ground for a second, there. And cursing. And shrieking. He doesn't judge; he's had those sort of moments himself. Sometimes you just want to go ape shit for a few seconds.
Still, he can't leave her to her meltdown. So he walks up to her, expression somewhat impassive and posture lax.]
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Still, he can't leave her to her meltdown. So he walks up to her, expression somewhat impassive and posture lax.]
You need some help, or are you good?