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[grace_optional]

[Anna is walking along the outskirts of the marketplace. She has a basket on her arm, and she looks...nervous.]

[She stops walking and glances behind her, then carries on. Behind her, visible in brief glimpses, are these, waddling after her in a line as she moves and crowding to a halt when she stops again.]

[In an apprehensive undertone,] ...they're gonna eat my face, aren't they?