[He's not usually one for deference, preferring to reserve his respect for those who earn it rather than those who are born to it, but in this case he offers her a little bow. He likes to think he's a shrewd judge of character, and he knows a kind soul when he sees one.
Then he straightens, stepping from his half-hiding place, pointing behind her toward the light.]
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[He's not usually one for deference, preferring to reserve his respect for those who earn it rather than those who are born to it, but in this case he offers her a little bow. He likes to think he's a shrewd judge of character, and he knows a kind soul when he sees one.
Then he straightens, stepping from his half-hiding place, pointing behind her toward the light.]
Looks like the way out is that way. Shall we?