Kib can't so much flee. He can shriek - he can lurch in the direction of the nearest house and try the door - it's locked. He can amble briskly...
He can break into a run when the snake gains on him and fall flat on his face.
And he can get eaten up.
And it's too bright too bright too bright and he flings his arm over his eyes.
He stands still for a second later. "Right. How's the scriber coming along?" And then the tension melts away to be replaced with a wry smile, "are you one of those people who works better when annoyed, or worse? Not that I'm going to terrorize you over the next cultural misunderstanding just to get books a little sooner..."
"I mean, I was sort of feeling like I had fewer other things to do with my time but I don't think my quality improved any. The chassis is about done, it puppets very smoothly."
"Programming, quadruple-checking the programming, etching, checking the etching, and waking."
"Tomorrow? I don't know how long it's going to take you to trounce me and an evening start seems like a bad plan." And I have a date and is this what scheduling around dates is always like here aaaaaugh.
"Oh, I was thinking maybe eating flowers was an Elf thing. Humans don't usually eat flowers."