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It was Queenie who had pulled Rias over toward the man to ask for directions, so she hadn't even hesitated to reach out and tug on his shirt of attention. The large dog at her side sat down, job done for the moment, and allowed herself to be petted on while Rias tried to work out what to say.
"Ah... Actually, yes? I mean, no? I mean... Yes to I need help, no to everything being okay..." She shook her head as if to physically clear it and started again. "I don't know where I am? Nothing looks familiar, and when I told Queenie to take me home she just pulled me over here, so I don't think she knows either..."














