[At least she didn't decide to use said-sword on Baymax or she'd have a huge earful from...well, probably both Hamadas. To his credit, Baymax politely blinks in response.]
Your legs are not damaged. I see no reason to drag you. [Either the robot's throwing shade, or he's really perplexed. Most likely it's the latter though and he begins to lead the way, footsteps heavy as he parts the crowd for Milla to follow him. In the end, he stops back at the milk bottle game and he looks up at Hiro.]
Help has arrived. [And from his perch way up high, Hiro gives her a nervous grin.]
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Your legs are not damaged. I see no reason to drag you. [Either the robot's throwing shade, or he's really perplexed. Most likely it's the latter though and he begins to lead the way, footsteps heavy as he parts the crowd for Milla to follow him. In the end, he stops back at the milk bottle game and he looks up at Hiro.]
Help has arrived. [And from his perch way up high, Hiro gives her a nervous grin.]
It's been a while, huh? [Eheh.]