Annie watched the man Legolas had approached hold his hands up, looking startled not only by the appearance of flowing luscious locks of golden tresses and a rather unexpected imPort (or fan, or simply someone who defied conventions but loved fantasy conventions), but also by the greeting. He is, in fact, so startled that he finds himself flailing one arm behind himself to find something to support him as his knees go week. What he ends up finding is another blonde.

Or another blonde's head. Annie snatched at his hand, inadvertently helped the man sit down on the thin lip of a streetlamp's base. He looked between the both of them, uttering a defeated, "Thank you..."

Leaving Annie to say anything else.

"Please refrain from causing unnecessary accidents... sir."