The Devorian was leaving, and even if she had this stranger in tow, Braedug couldn't miss his chance. Braedug bustled through the crowd with a flurry of "sorry"s, "pardon me"s, and one "get out of my way you hopped up cretin!" to a certain dealer. He sprang from one final throng of people before tripping, and stumbling headfirst into the back of the stranger.

"Excuse me, uh, sorry by the way, but I need to talk to her. It's important."