[Thanks for pulling that loudmouth away from him, Diana, but, uh, what's that look for?? Surely he isn't the "comrade" she spoke of; in fact, he's so positive that he isn't this person that he, like, glances around him, wondering if someone new has suddenly appeared. ...Nope! The spectators are all looking at him, as well, clearly waiting for something exciting to happen, and his first instinct is to simply... clam the heck up. He's stubborn, you see! Stubborn and uncomfortable, but as he doesn't want to be the third person caught up in that apparently magical—Craft-powered?—rope... TCH.]
...You.
["You" being Laney Cook, because Lalli is #done with Lord Harle for the time being. The crowd leans right in as he thinks, eager to hear the excellent question that is—]
Who are you?
["Laney Cook," she promptly answers, and the crowd DEFLATES. A few people even boo after he asks the same thing of Lord Harle, but it's clear that Lalli genuinely forgot their names a mere ten or so minutes after hearing them. He's an ace detective! An ace detective who's over this whole questioning thing, which is why he shoots Diana a Look. Surely he did his part?]
no subject
...You.
["You" being Laney Cook, because Lalli is #done with Lord Harle for the time being. The crowd leans right in as he thinks, eager to hear the excellent question that is—]
Who are you?
["Laney Cook," she promptly answers, and the crowd DEFLATES. A few people even boo after he asks the same thing of Lord Harle, but it's clear that Lalli genuinely forgot their names a mere ten or so minutes after hearing them. He's an ace detective! An ace detective who's over this whole questioning thing, which is why he shoots Diana a Look. Surely he did his part?]