[And faster than one would have expected, said Black Guard is stomping over, with a purposeful, almost furious pace, feet splashing in the puddles. The umbrella is gripped tightly in his hand, but he uses his foot to stomp down onto the crate, hard, keeping it on it.]
Hey. Settle down.
[The crate gives a furious rattle, but then, as if sensing Fan Wujiu's true presence...does settle down.]
That's better. [And then, turning to Emily--]
Be more careful. [He doesn't seem to recognize her or react?]
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Hey. Settle down.
[The crate gives a furious rattle, but then, as if sensing Fan Wujiu's true presence...does settle down.]
That's better. [And then, turning to Emily--]
Be more careful. [He doesn't seem to recognize her or react?]