...but before they could make it to me, a conspicuously skinny arm shot up from nearby, hand raised. "Right here!"
With a strained grunt, the already hunched figure crouched down even more to grasp all of her bags at once, and looked as though she'd been carrying several hundreds of pounds worth of luggage by the way they weighed down her walk. Before she could take too many steps with them in her grasp, I hurriedly ran to her side and fed my hands into the handles, just as she was starting to lose her grip. "Here, let me help you with those, Miss..."
"Oh, thank you, dear!" She sighed with bliss, her back filled with great relief as she let them go, but she still didn't rise above her shoulders. She couldn't, as what I'd first assumed were a pair of enormous, checker-spotted bags along the top still clung onto her chest, bobbing about inside a pink tank top whose collar was stretched beyond the feasible limits of cotton.
At the expense of all the months of Gaian training that'd been hammered into my brain, I still could help but stare at the cartoonishly endowed feline before me. She was much taller than me, that much was clear, but was forced down to eye level as the weight of what might as well have been two furry beanbags filled with rocks hung from her shoulders. Even her clothes were unusually casual for someone rich enough to make it through the station alone, and didn't have her hair styled into anything really majestic or flowing.
...and also unlike other Gaia 2.0 guests, she didn't sneer or smack me for looking, even giving a gentle chuckle. "Pardon me, if I have a bit of baggage to take."
I shook out of my trance, almost chuckling, too, but quickly composed myself. "I'm very sorry, miss..."
"Raines. Coletta Raines." She introduced, more preoccupied as she wrapped her arms around her bust, unable able to grab their full girth as she pulled herself up as high as she could muster.. "...and don't worry a thing, dear, you're doing me many a favor!"
"Hm." I hummed, mulling over the name. I'd never seen that much movies back at home, nor on the train, but I could remember hearing that name once or twice from a few movie posters. Still, I held my tongue and gathered up the bags for a long carry. "Well, Miss Raines, is their anything else I could help you with?"
"Well, since you've asked..."
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