Ah, it's the anxious butler from that time-- there's little resistance as she's yoinked along by him, because when someone yells at you to run you usually run first and ask questions later. But certainly questions come to mind, like Why Are They Running and Who Are They Running From and maybe a glance behind would solve that ques--

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Oh. Oh, that's.... quite a lot of scantily clad persons(?) on their tail.

"Mr. Kevin, what---?"