[Sarah's observation about the stabbing is just met with a wild smile, before she takes off into the crowd.
Generally, Clara's size is a detriment more frequently than it's an advantage. She has trouble scaling fences and reaching shelves, and her feet don't quite reach the floor when she sits in most chairs. In this situation, however, it proves helpful. She's able to slip under arms, dart beneath raised weapons, fitting through openings a taller woman wouldn't be able to manage. Few of the party guests even notice her, as focused as they are on their own delusions of homicidal rage. Finally, she bursts through the last of the crowd and slams into the door's panic bar. Immediately, the emergency exit alarm starts sounding overhead; no one even seems to hear it.]
C'mon, out you go!
[Cold, night air hits her as she holds the door open for Sarah, a grin still on her face.
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Generally, Clara's size is a detriment more frequently than it's an advantage. She has trouble scaling fences and reaching shelves, and her feet don't quite reach the floor when she sits in most chairs. In this situation, however, it proves helpful. She's able to slip under arms, dart beneath raised weapons, fitting through openings a taller woman wouldn't be able to manage. Few of the party guests even notice her, as focused as they are on their own delusions of homicidal rage. Finally, she bursts through the last of the crowd and slams into the door's panic bar. Immediately, the emergency exit alarm starts sounding overhead; no one even seems to hear it.]
C'mon, out you go!
[Cold, night air hits her as she holds the door open for Sarah, a grin still on her face.
This girl ain't quite right, sorry.]