Grey slid into line, clearing his throat as though he didn't see the problem with it at all.
Right in front of him, there was what he could only describe as a small child. Until, of course, she turned around and he realized she was just a woman with severely stunted growth. She must have been 4'11" at most, and she was so small her cloak dragged along the ground despite what looked like a poor attempt at tailoring.
She turned around with a frown, looking up at his face, and then his clothing, and then back up at his face.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Worry about yourself, shorty."
"What did you call me?!"
The words came out in a shriek that made Grey's lip twitch. He had barely made a little jokey joke, why was she reacting like he had stabbed her mother?
The woman jumped up and grabbed one side of his bomber jacket's collar, trying to yank him down.
She was fast enough that Grey was actually caught off guard, but not strong enough that he couldn't react after the fact.
