Moiré's not going to stop him if that's what he wants. Actually they don't feel up to stopping him anyway; they're exhausted, and their whole body aches. They're just going to sit down on the front steps of the pub and take five.

"Okay, se-see-ee you lȧ̶̧͓͚̤̣̝̦͕̘̳̠̰̥́͛̾̉͊̓̉̚͜t̸̰͙͔̖̪̙̭̻̏͛ȇ̸̡̢̗̰̖̪̻͗r," they mumble into their shirt collar.