[Celty just 'stares' back in kind. It's hard to put a finger on it but there's a look to her neck and the black 'smoke' that she's looking at him just like he is at her. And then a little puff of shadow rises up like a blush or a choked noise.
The shadows only get thicker as he grabs her and pulls her along, making her stumble as she tries to reach back for her fallen helmet. It's no good though and soon the crowd closes around it as she's lead off to the cover of the stalls.
She's been shuffling this whole time and by the time he stops and finally turns to face her there is a cellphone thrust into his face. The shadows at her neck are a billowing stream now which actually do a good job of helping provide them cover.]
For the record, Celty is about a head shy of 5'6"
The shadows only get thicker as he grabs her and pulls her along, making her stumble as she tries to reach back for her fallen helmet. It's no good though and soon the crowd closes around it as she's lead off to the cover of the stalls.
She's been shuffling this whole time and by the time he stops and finally turns to face her there is a cellphone thrust into his face. The shadows at her neck are a billowing stream now which actually do a good job of helping provide them cover.]
My helmet! It's still back there!]