[This kind of trouble looks up at Steiner as she dashes toward him, trying to figure out whether to dodge left or right.
She decides not to do either, instead climbing up and over him.]
'scuse me, mister! In a hurry!
[She lands on the ground behind him and continues running as the innkeeper emerges from the sidestreet behind her, waving a large spoon and shouting things like 'stop, thief!']
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She decides not to do either, instead climbing up and over him.]
'scuse me, mister! In a hurry!
[She lands on the ground behind him and continues running as the innkeeper emerges from the sidestreet behind her, waving a large spoon and shouting things like 'stop, thief!']