[ Mordred feels him moving, but she's distracted by trying to argue with Eren. (You know, the guy she's supposed to be working with.) The man slips away, and in the next minute, what's left of their plan goes down the drain... maybe. There's still time to recover.
But first, she has to grumble. ]
Tch. I'm way more useful than a geezer with one leg. [ She reaches to grab the wooden leg. ] Give me that.
[ And smacks Saint-Just over the head with it, dazing him long enough to wrestle him back into the bed. She glares first at Eren, then at the man. ]
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But first, she has to grumble. ]
Tch. I'm way more useful than a geezer with one leg. [ She reaches to grab the wooden leg. ] Give me that.
[ And smacks Saint-Just over the head with it, dazing him long enough to wrestle him back into the bed. She glares first at Eren, then at the man. ]
Consider that a warning.