[Pulling himself awkwardly to his feet, and trying not to tug on that curtain of blonde too much, he weaves (as best as he can when his dress is being entirely uncooperative) through the mass slowly towards Daisy, the scissors brandished like a life-saving implement.]
La - ... Ms. Daisy?
[Should he start cutting away at the hair like someone with a machete might chop through a jungle...?]
[Action]
La - ... Ms. Daisy?
[Should he start cutting away at the hair like someone with a machete might chop through a jungle...?]