"Okay, okay! I'm coming." Clementine grumbles when Dave flicks her ear, still sparing an incredulous glance behind her at the other Dave. The only other person she's ever seen with wings is Nill and this guys one's are quite a bit bigger than hers, maybe big enough to actually be functional.

She keeps close to Dave's heels when they walk, close enough she could reach out and hang onto his shirt if she wanted to, almost stepping on his heels. The skin on her face feels raw and itchy, Clem's clenching her hands to avoid scratching it and making things worse. Itchiness is a damn sight better than being melted, anyway.

"I just hope there is a finish line." Clementine mumbles, wincing at the sound of the animatronics continuing behind them. "This is like a nightmare of those kid restaurants my parents took me to."