What am I doing? [ Where on earth does he get away with asking these questions? ] You– You have the audacity to actually ask me what I'm doing when... [ Gesturing as she is, Rapunzel is soon made aware of the specifics of the situation. Namely that they're sharing some sort of wrinkly, sterile-smelling cloak, and that, as clothing goes, it is not of the corset type.

When she looks up, she's caught unawares by the unreal violet of his eyes. This seems to be the second order of the day. Way to be a weirdo, girl. ]

I... [ gotta keep up steam!! ] I just– I assumed you'd be a kidnapping, fang-toothed ruffian. Obviously.