[ She'd been expecting an appearance — where else is the guy gonna go, when it's clear he's not alone in here? Back into the mousehole. The boss would scold her, tell her to keep out of the action, except here there's no one else to be the action for her. So... ]
Heya, spud. [ She grins, but she'd already shifted her weight in the cramped space for a feet-first, and jams one booted leg out toward him. Chest, face — anything, to kick him back into the store. ]
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Heya, spud. [ She grins, but she'd already shifted her weight in the cramped space for a feet-first, and jams one booted leg out toward him. Chest, face — anything, to kick him back into the store. ]