[He looks around one more time, as if he has to double-check that everyone's still standing (or sitting, as the case may be non-metaphorically) before he can get himself to disengage alarm mode, too.]
All right. [He squeezes her hand gently.] Let's go.
[And the Espurr ambles off towards the rest area, holding his girlfriend by the hand.]
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All right. [He squeezes her hand gently.] Let's go.
[And the Espurr ambles off towards the rest area, holding his girlfriend by the hand.]