i.

Excuse me.

[she waits, fidgeting with the fringes of her gloves. she...she didn't say that too quietly, did she? nobody's acknowledged her, though.

...]

Um. Excuse me. [a little louder? she flinches, waiting for somebody to notice.

no?

she huffs, then straightens her posture to shout at the crowd of teams in front of her:]

EXCUSE ME! HELLO? I'm TRYING TO...[she starts to wither, feeling eyes on her.] ...get...some questions...answered.



iii.

Uh! No. NO, no! [she tugs fabric, trying to yank it out of the bird's beak.] This. Is. Mine, not yours! Please and thank you!

[she scowls darkly at the bright eye gawking back at her, ribbon still clearly fixed in its mouth.

time to double down, digging her heels in and really yanking.] You...can't. Even. EAT! CLOTHES! GIVE I--AAAAH--!!

[it let go, and she goes flying backward.]


vi.

[whatever you want; guide me, i have no idea what's good here.]