"Why would you call me... You really don't know me?"
If in this moment heartbreak had made a sound, even Avi, oblivious, good-hearted Avi, would have heard it.
"I'm sorry," Avi starts, "I really don't--"
But it's already too late.

The warrior and her sword flee, and fleeing it is -- it's not like she's trying to catch a train or get to a store before it closes, she flees with all the body language of somebody who's realised that of all the places she could be, this is the absolute wrongest one.

"What in seven tarnations was THAT!" Avi exclaims.
"If I knew, which I don't, I wouldn't tell you," the lumpy fellow we now know is called Inger Lint grunts, before adding, "Now, come along."