[ Which is to say, Nebula straightens at a familiar voice and turns steely. Suddenly aware of her predicament - which is a lot of over-excited children she is doing her best not to yell at (unsuccessfully). She's not good at this! ]
Shut up.
[ She addresses immediately, sharply, in lieu of any kind of real greeting. And then she turns to bark at the children: ]
Get off me!
[ Some - most of them scatter - in shrieks that could be amusement or fear. The little girl stays. She doesn't care so much, she's quiet enough. She, helpfully, pointedly does not look at Yuri. Sorry, Yuri. ]
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[ Which is to say, Nebula straightens at a familiar voice and turns steely. Suddenly aware of her predicament - which is a lot of over-excited children she is doing her best not to yell at (unsuccessfully). She's not good at this! ]
Shut up.
[ She addresses immediately, sharply, in lieu of any kind of real greeting. And then she turns to bark at the children: ]
Get off me!
[ Some - most of them scatter - in shrieks that could be amusement or fear. The little girl stays. She doesn't care so much, she's quiet enough. She, helpfully, pointedly does not look at Yuri. Sorry, Yuri. ]