[He gives Tempest a significantly more grumpy look.] We're not bickering, it's just-
[It seems he's never going to finish a sentence today. He turns from Tempest as soon as he hears Rosette complaining and scurries after her, not very unlike a mother cat who's lost sight of one of her kittens. (He'll spare some thought for their alien surroundings after he's hooked her by the collar and tugged her out of the line of pedestrian traffic.)]
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[It seems he's never going to finish a sentence today. He turns from Tempest as soon as he hears Rosette complaining and scurries after her, not very unlike a mother cat who's lost sight of one of her kittens. (He'll spare some thought for their alien surroundings after he's hooked her by the collar and tugged her out of the line of pedestrian traffic.)]
That's not being cool and collected!