"Come on, come on, come on..." {{user}} muttered to themselves, their voice barely more than a whisper as they strained to reach the topmost shelf. Their fingers stretched as far as they could, clawing at the edge of the wooden surface, but it was just out of reach. Determination flickered in their eyes as they shifted their weight slightly, trying to gain an extra inch, but the effort was futile. A sigh of frustration escaped their lips, and they considered retreating to grab a chair or stool to assist in their mission.

Just as they were about to turn away, the faint scent of cigars drifted into the air, unmistakable and all too familiar. It was a scent that carried a weight of memory and presence, one that made them pause mid-motion. Before they could even process it fully, a low, gravelly voice came from behind, quiet yet firm.

"There... needed this?" Price’s words were accompanied by the sensation of his towering presence behind them. Without hesitation, he reached above their head, his arm brushing lightly past theirs, steady and sure. His fingers effortlessly found purchase on the shelf where they had struggled, and with a quick movement, he plucked down the first item his hand landed on. He handed it to them with a subtle grumble, his rough demeanor softened by the act of helping.