She grins toothily, and without further ado or explanation slips into her favourite trick, that of shapeshifting. Specifically, she takes the shape of a pine marten -- long and flexible in the way of weasels, small enough to have no problem wriggling in and out of a crane machine, but large enough to manhandle an object the size of a gun. From the ground she pulls herself up into the trap door, and into the collection of prizes.
For a moment, she's distracted by the sheer number of things to investigate, and the gun is a little heavier than she expected, but she takes it in her mouth and carefully drags it back the way she came. At the last second she grabs a couple bags of candy -- she can smell it and she wants it, and she's gotta have something for herself if she's doing this, right -- and then throws them down into the prize well before following, with the gun.
She scratches at the door politely, to show she's ready to be let out.
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She grins toothily, and without further ado or explanation slips into her favourite trick, that of shapeshifting. Specifically, she takes the shape of a pine marten -- long and flexible in the way of weasels, small enough to have no problem wriggling in and out of a crane machine, but large enough to manhandle an object the size of a gun. From the ground she pulls herself up into the trap door, and into the collection of prizes.
For a moment, she's distracted by the sheer number of things to investigate, and the gun is a little heavier than she expected, but she takes it in her mouth and carefully drags it back the way she came. At the last second she grabs a couple bags of candy -- she can smell it and she wants it, and she's gotta have something for herself if she's doing this, right -- and then throws them down into the prize well before following, with the gun.
She scratches at the door politely, to show she's ready to be let out.