If it didn't feel that it'd be unproductive, Crowley would very much like to point out that it seems like Donna is kind of freaking out. He keeps his mouth shut, though, which is also probably for the best, considering all the sand.
"Like a bloody wiggly man, yeah, thank you." He will open his mouth to answer a direct question, even if he's going to be insulted about the comparison while he's at it. She likely didn't it that way, but sometimes the appropriate response to Not Panicking is to redirect his emotions somewhere else.
He can't be too ticked off, though, since she's actually helping instead of just bailing on him. "I reckon I can shimmy up a bit. Gimme a yell when the belt's done." He's going to have to keep his eyes on the sand around him and his feet, as he tries to get something of a foothold in the sand to push himself up, which makes it a little tricky to look up and keep an eye on things.
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"Like a bloody wiggly man, yeah, thank you." He will open his mouth to answer a direct question, even if he's going to be insulted about the comparison while he's at it. She likely didn't it that way, but sometimes the appropriate response to Not Panicking is to redirect his emotions somewhere else.
He can't be too ticked off, though, since she's actually helping instead of just bailing on him. "I reckon I can shimmy up a bit. Gimme a yell when the belt's done." He's going to have to keep his eyes on the sand around him and his feet, as he tries to get something of a foothold in the sand to push himself up, which makes it a little tricky to look up and keep an eye on things.