[In a huff, Faye turns around and spots the third wheel of their merry tricycle and shoots her an irritated look.]
Can I help you?
[And without waiting for an answer, she continues her angry march to the front of the hall. It's not your fault, Scout. She's just not in a great mood.]
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Can I help you?
[And without waiting for an answer, she continues her angry march to the front of the hall. It's not your fault, Scout. She's just not in a great mood.]