Rhoda would have much rather been at work when the nifflers struck, but she considered herself a helpful sort of woman and was unable to compel herself to clear the way for more experienced, more athletic individuals when the call to action rung out on High Street. Eyes wide, Rhoda hiked up the hem of her dress and took after a small, dark blur that seemed to scatter under the feet of unsuspecting passersby, all the while cursing under her breath.

Her eyes caught on someone nearby, and, brows furrowing, she called: "You heard the man! Come be of use!"

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