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It’s a huge relief to see her chair being returned to her so quickly. Juliet sits back down, taking a deep but shaky breath and wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. – ❝ Thank you, thank you– ❞  she’s still crying though, body still reacting to the stress of it all, hands shaking in her lap. Juliet shakes her head, her bag was untouched from where it had been, as was the small bag of groceries. – ❝ Doesn’t look like he touched it. ❞  She says, clearing her throat, one hand going to her hip. Juliet presses her lips together in frustration, trying to breathe through the spasm of pain. Her hands are still shaking, and she can hear a commotion of shoppers beyond the isle she’s in, a clerk has already appeared nervously at the head of it. – ❝ If someone called the goddamn cops… ❞  She mutters.

                 ❛ then i will explain to them what HAPPENED, and that will be the end of it. ❜      no, brienne had no first clue whether or not it would be the end of it, but she spoke the TRUTH at every turn, and her resolve to help this woman would be carried through no matter to what LENGTHS it had to be carried.      ❛ none of it would have happened if he hadn’t run away with what you rightfully owned. ❜      she was neither smiling nor particularly happy, but that was only her normal expression, her usual DEMEANOUR. this situation made it no better. all she wanted was to buy a few fruits and small things to nibble on in her spare time ( shockingly infrequent, now )                 but then, so too had this woman only wanted to buy her GROCERIES and go home without any HARASSMENT for her condition, whether sitting or otherwise. one hand clutched the hand of the wheelchair.      ❛ do you need me to stay with you until this CLEARS UP? ❜