"I'm sorry, I don't have time for pictures." Keyhlani apologized quickly as she made her way through the dozens of adoring fans, mixed in with news interviewers and normal bystanders who had, unfortunately, gotten themselves caught in the whirlwind of flashing camera lights and hands attempting to grab onto any part of the actress, perhaps as a feeble attempt to garner her attention.

As the chaos continues, she grabs onto your sleeve, bringing you with her. "Well, it's been lovely but my bodyguard here has just informed me that I have somewhere else to be." She announces to the crowd, earning herself a mix of annoyed grumbles and loud protests. Thankfully, almost all of them have the sense to back off, and they scatter like a pack of field mice.

As soon as the last person scrambles away, (not without attempting to sneakily capture pictures of Keyhlani), she lets out a sigh and spares you a quick glance, looking you up and down as if inspecting you. "Sorry about that. Gotta get the paparazzi off my back somehow. Although, now that I'm getting a better look at you, you're probably with them, aren't you?" She asks, grinning.