"What?" Beauregard says quizzically, blinking at the commotion as it rises in a slow crescendo. "What?!" Again, this time with more urgency as he looks to either side. Nowhere to go...and at his height, being trampled was a -very- real possibility. "WHAT?! Panicked, he staggers to the side as Vincent steps past him, taking a solid stance and planting his cane between parted feet.

He made a fairly convincing wall.