A: please help me
B: ok ok hold up a minute
A: there is not time! Please hurry
B: give a me a sec
A: now it-
B: I NEED PANTS GODDAMIT -- Anon Guest
[AN: Aw man, if that isn't a cue for Early Days Marvin, then I don't know what is. Start blasting Let's See How Far We've Come out there, folks]
There's a time for multiple disasters and it's always when they're least wanted. Anthe was more or less balanced on a hairpin, metaphorically speaking, whilst picking a lock, in a room full of traps activated by sound. One wrong move and it would take a lot of luck to get out of it with health remaining.
It was the worst time to hear a trembling query from her brand new son. "Lady Anthe? Can you help me please?" The voice of Marvin, thank the gods, was barely above a whisper.
"I'll be right there, I just need a few more minutes." One to unlock the hatch. Another to disable the mechanism that blocked their way out. Possibly a third to deal with the nightingale floor, just in case. It had taken her a lot of luck just to get to this point. It would take a lot of luck to get through this.