Being hearded along like this is not something Nanachi appreciates in the slightest. It echoes a time that's duller now, but still makes their stomach churn. That time when they felt so hopeful, so enamoured of possibilities that would never come to pass.

And what did come to pass? Well. It's enough to make them grit their teeth as they're driven along with the rest of the crowd. Their eyes dart around at the others gathered with them, at what they can see of their surroundings. They edge their way to the side of the group to get a better view of proceedings while remaining out of the line of fire.

A faceless person isn't the strangest thing Nanachi has ever set eyes on - far from it. It sparks more curiosity than anything (and a sense of deep dread they're ignoring, for now). As soon as they have the opportunity, Nanachi separates themselves from the group (ensuring they can still spy on them from a distance) and takes the lei apart. All the components are thoroughly examined. While they know they're looking at feathers and seeds, they aren't familiar.

Kneeling on the ground, they place one of the seeds in front of them and press the hard, white circle down on top to break it. The pieces are scooped up and given a good sniff.

The figures in the mirror make Nanachi come to a halt. The pressing of hands, the pleading, they strike a chord that renders Nanachi momentarily stuck. Survival instinct says to flee now but they take a step closer. If there's something to be done...

A hand comes through, breaking the barrier and almost grabbing them by the arm. Nanachi stumbles back, landing unceremoniously on their rear. They stare at the mirror for a moment before getting themselves to their feet.

Fleeing, again, seems like a good option. But. Enquiring minds need to know more. Nanachi creeps forward one step, seeing if the arm extends further. Takes another step forward. The arms don't appear to be able to reach any further than one would expect an arm to be able to reach.

"What would happen if you got hold of something, hmm...?" they wonder aloud.

Nanachi has never seen a machine like this before (they've never seen any machines like this before, but who's counting?). Their fuzzy hands are pressed against the glass, peering at the stuffed toys inside.

The machine whirs to life at the contact, startling Nanachi more than they'd ever care to admit. They watch the claw judder along its track and deduce its meant to grab at the objects that are inside.

Nanachi has a different tactic. Squatting down, they shove an arm into the hole where the prizes would drop. Buried in up to the shoulder, they grope around in the hope of seizing one of the stuffed animals. Given their small stature and stubby little fingers, they're probably out of luck.