[Poor Steve's Sisyphean suffering will continue for at least a little while longer. Furina has a lot of energy; there's something butterfly-like in how she seems to flit from suggestion to suggestion.]

That's considerate of you. You make it sound like you often lend a hand to others in need, miss.

[She doesn't exactly lead into expecting a name to go with the "Miss," not thinking of asking for names because she isn't exactly thinking of meeting others with the intention of knowing them. Rather, there's just the pause left by realizing she doesn't have a name to fit in there.

Rahu leans the top half of her tall frame forward over the counter to accept the skewers from the suffering man. Rahu splits them and holds one out to Furina, ostensibly for her to take in her hand, but given their height difference, probably also in range of her mouth if she just goes to take a bite. It has rabbit meat on it because bottoms don't get nice things, though who knows if there's anything else on the stick?]

What if he's in trouble for something? [Maybe this is his sentence. If that's the case, couldn't it be worse? Rahu's disdain isn't dispelled by the thought.]