Felicity's head gives the smallest of turns towards Linden as she hears what he has to suggest. Without even thinking to wonder who he might be (recognition will likely come later), she nods and makes another effort at getting him turned around and maybe even marching away. A hand on his arm, a hand on his back... she's not expecting him to lash out. He's her uncle, he'd never. Right?

"We can go somewhere else, somewhere else...." And she's craning her neck and looking around to Linden again, hopeful that he'd have some idea of where to go. Or what to do. He really does seem to have a good grasp of the situation. Way, way better than hers. "...somewhere else? I, I could take him outside? But...." No, that's an awful idea. Lanky pale guy, please have a good alternate suggestion?