"Don't worry, honey," the woman in the wheeled chair replies in what's almost a kindly tone of voice. "I'll make it quick."
She stops the chair, suddenly, and reaches cross-handedly into a pair of bags lining the inside of it, pulling out a pair of metal rings, which she holds by the inside.
ahhh, she should probably be able to see that (or at least the arm)
She stops the chair, suddenly, and reaches cross-handedly into a pair of bags lining the inside of it, pulling out a pair of metal rings, which she holds by the inside.