Of course she had the misfortune of getting stuck in the crowd behind a sodding giant. Merlin, his arms were like tree trunks. Even with her parasol, she could barely reach his shoulder, and he didn’t seem to be noticing it in the slightest. 

“Honestly,” Marina muttered to herself, tutting under her breath at the lack of notice he was taking (and perhaps at her rumbling stomach, too), “I might’ve scaled you myself by now -”

She was interrupted by him turning, at last, though she narrowed her eyes at the way he pushed off the parasol, feeling it an undue sign of more dismissal to come. “Yes,” she repeated, clearing her throat, drawing herself up fully, and beginning in a more civil but authoritative tone, “Finally. Being as it is that I’ve no hope of getting past -” she used her parasol to gesture at all this, meaning the hopeless crowd (and nearly poking someone’s eye out with the point of it in the process), “- I require your eyes, if you would be so kind.” She hoped, if she spoke briskly enough, she would waste no time and leave him no room for argument. “I’ve lost someone.” And they did not all possess his... freak of genetics.

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