"Of course, Dr. Huang would be the only one capable of avoiding mess," she comments passively as she strolls back and forth in search of the doll. It quickly becomes clear that her vantage point is functionally useless. The appearance of a vole head and a cricket bat in a children's playpen confirms to her that this is a magically altered space which it will require more than just keen eyes to escape.

Sighing, she steps out of her celestial themed pumps and climbs into the ball pit. "Speaking of Ms. Treetops," she muses as she digs through the colorful plastic balls, "Are our teachers still possessed? Or did we solve that one while I was asleep?"