[Barbie stiffens when the hand clamps down on her shoulder. She looks up shakily, even as she walks with him, and is surprised to see a much younger boy than she expected. He's really tall.]
[When asked about injuries, she looks down. The hem of her dress is torn slightly, and there are scratches and bruises on her legs. She tries to ignore that for now—one breakdown at a time please Barbie.]
I think I can run... why are those people coming after me??
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[When asked about injuries, she looks down. The hem of her dress is torn slightly, and there are scratches and bruises on her legs. She tries to ignore that for now—one breakdown at a time please Barbie.]
I think I can run... why are those people coming after me??