There’s an accident Llewellyn knew very well. Even the words being thrown at a retreating Raimon were… oddly nostalgic. Which was why he came to an abrupt halt as he made his way towards work for the day, shifting the satchel full of papers over his own shoulder and looking awkwardly around the corner with an exaggerated lean. His brows knit with a slightly perplexed expression though, what was she wearing??

Weird things triggered nostalgia sometimes, so he hummed lightly as he watched the woman cast the bag away from her and started walking in the opposite direction. That was… Not a good idea, in Llewellyn’s opinion. Did she not realize that was where all the funds and the key to her apartment were? Then again, not everyone reacted to being dropped into this world particularly well. She might not be thinking rationally or something.

Being a nosey man, and one who tended towards helpful pestering, he wandered over and scooped up the bag, adding it to the same shoulder with his own satchel clumsily, and hurried after to follow. “Uh- Excuse me, miss?”