Though Ingrid had tried to stop Anka from approaching the shadowy figure - even breathing a quiet "Anka, wait!" as the dancer went - she merely watched as the two tumbled down together into a pile. She winced a bit as the man landed directly on top of Anka, and was almost afraid he was going to hurt her until he picked himself up off the ground. His manner seemed innocent enough, despite the shady circumstances of their meeting. Still, she kept her eyes fixed in his direction even as she spoke to someone else.
"Are you okay there, Anka?" she whispered as low as she could "Need help up?".
"Are you okay there, Anka?" she whispered as low as she could "Need help up?".