[He comes around the side of her chair with his hands on his hips, as if he's got to really assess the situation here.]
Hmm. Yeah, y'know what, I think I will, Mrs. Dean.
[He bends her down and scoops her up without effort; being a monster comes with certain advantages, and strength is a big one when you're used to being a recovered junkie with little muscle strength at all. He turns his head back to the wheelchair.]
I'll be back for you, pal. Stay.
[And then he turns and pushes through the building's front door with his hip, marching up the stairs with Susannah.]
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Hmm. Yeah, y'know what, I think I will, Mrs. Dean.
[He bends her down and scoops her up without effort; being a monster comes with certain advantages, and strength is a big one when you're used to being a recovered junkie with little muscle strength at all. He turns his head back to the wheelchair.]
I'll be back for you, pal. Stay.
[And then he turns and pushes through the building's front door with his hip, marching up the stairs with Susannah.]