Owen found Miss Dashwood's grip on him almost laughable, but they he saw the real panic in her eyes and decided that he wouldn't dare laugh until after this was over. "Alright, alright, let me see if I can get it." This was going to be crossing a line certainly, as he was going to have to wind a hand into her petticoats, but as his other was quite securely holding her up and she seemed near hyperventilating, Owen rather thought she wasn't going to mind.

"Just, hold still." It would be best if he could take it by just below its head, but if that was up her leg, that was going to get highly inappropriate for a public place. Perhaps magic would make this go more smoothly. And he wouldn't have to put his hands anywhere that could compromise Miss Dashwood in such a public forum. Retrieving his wand from his pocket, Owen mustered up his concentration (magic was not after all, his strong suit) he made a quick flick of the wand and sought to summon the snake from the layers of skirts and petticoats.