[... It's a little rude, but-- Nao can't help but stare for a moment, a spike of uncertainty hitting him at the sight of this strange-looking man. His hair looked odd, almost organic in a way that hair shouldn't be, and he had horns (props?) and a rather nasty looking scar on his face. He hesitates for a few seconds, a fear that comes from being anxious and not at all happy to be here, and he has to remind himself that it's either he approaches him or sinks.
It's clear which was the better answer, but...]
I-- My wheelchair. [He clarifies, gesturing to the seat that was mostly submerged now.] Could-- could you help me look for a long rope first? Or anything similar.
[He hates burdening him even further, especially since he was being kind but... How else would he move around?]
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It's clear which was the better answer, but...]
I-- My wheelchair. [He clarifies, gesturing to the seat that was mostly submerged now.] Could-- could you help me look for a long rope first? Or anything similar.
[He hates burdening him even further, especially since he was being kind but... How else would he move around?]