Clicking her teeth together when she was refused, The Advent would watch as the Calista being would run off in a hurry to get back inside. Rejected, twice in a row within just a few minutes. Running a hand through her hair, she could just about hear someone yelling at her from a short distance. Her eyes narrowed on the squirrel again who had its itty-bitty hands up and chittering in her direction.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"What do you mean I was too direct?"</span>The girl would huff slightly before walking over to the slide and snatching the squirrel in one hand before waltzing back over to the Outhouse, the door opening on its own, allowing her to walk inside. A few seconds later, the door slammed shut on its own as if it had a mind of its own. The Advent would make her way over to the lounge area in one of the rooms connected to the main cabin of the Tardis. Flopping down, she practically man handled the squirrel as if it was a teddy bear, even as it argued with a squawking sound, that even she didn't believe a squirrel could make.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Hush little fur ball... Just let it happen..."</span>She roughly just pet its head.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Just let it happen..."</span>