[All right yeah let's get outta here... Tintin goes along with the mysterious girl, making sure to look kind of derpishly bewildered until they're round the corner. At that point he sets down Snowy, who yaps anxiously and scampers in circles around the two; then offers his hand gratefully.]

Thank you for that, miss... Not sure how I'd have got out of there otherwise. I'm Tintin, by the way, and this is Snowy...