[Miriam wanders closer with a frown, keeping close to Barnaby. The dog is very keen on sniffing the smoking chunks of bear splattered all over the ground, but Miriam is more concerned with the thing that's still breathing.
Namely, this guy.
She folds her arms across her chest.] 's a grenade. What are you wearing?
[It looks weirdly formal. Maybe he was at a party?]
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Namely, this guy.
She folds her arms across her chest.] 's a grenade. What are you wearing?
[It looks weirdly formal. Maybe he was at a party?]