( There's a pink haired cleric waiting in line nearby to get on a magic carpet. She's holding her staff tightly and the expression on her face is torn between excitement and concern. Is this thing safe? It looks questionable to her. She'll turn to Billy, )

You there! ( What a haughty tone. ) What are you doing just standing there? Can't you see me? Are you truly going to allow a noblewoman such as myself to ride one of these. . . things unescorted?

( Huff. )