[ It's on the tip of his tongue to tell her that he's a one-man operation. But he's already had to use Mad Hatter more than he'd like, to navigate in this strange, hot world. It's tiring.

In fact, he'll collapse soon if he keeps it up. He can already feel a tickle in his throat.

He falls into step beside her, light and loose-limbed, occasionally bumping shoulders. He swings his cane, apparently jauntily, but he's sweeping out an arc with every step. If he's got to do this without powers... well, there's no choice, is there? ]

No no, not at aaaaaaall~! ♥

You're going to help me; there's a difference. Now muppet, muppet, muppet - that's what we're looking for right? Muppet, rhymes with puppet, but not quite - not quite. Or perhaps more than a puppet, hmmm.

Got any ideas, Mistress Contrary?