There was an unknown voice in the chaos — masculine, and frustratingly calm — and it was everything Eloquence could do not to shriek "of course I'm not alright, I'm surrounded by actual rats!"

Though her tone was not that much more ladylike as she gasped out; "I have no idea if they've bitten me, sir!" There was far too much going on. "Where's my wand", she muttered frantically to herself, finally abandoning her parasol in the panic.