Hey, hey, hey.

[ Dick puts his hands on Rapunzel's shoulders, like she'd been moving in place at a million miles per hour and needed to be stopped. ]

Slow down, Rapunzel.

You're not in danger.

[ 'Especially now that I'm here,' he wants to say. But quips probably don't make the best salve for distress. ]

And also, I happen to know my way around these woods.

What brings you here, anyway? Finally run away from that mom of yours?