[Jon's approach pulls Djeeta out of her deep, relentless focus on making herself look as cool and dashing as possible for her poor audience, but as it becomes apparent almost immediately that he isn't here to cause any trouble, she lights up with a bright grin, like a lightbulb's just been conveniently turned on.]
Oh! Perfect! You wouldn't mind giving me a hand, would you?
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Oh! Perfect! You wouldn't mind giving me a hand, would you?
[Time for some... child labour??]