Trish felt a moment of happiness at being pulled from the pocket, only to have it crushed under the weight of the threat of being eaten.<br/>"Won't be trying that again..." Trish grumbles after landing into the darkness of Ryu's pocket. Frustrated she starts again on cutting through her fabric prison; already the pale moonlight begins to show through the thinning fabric.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Freedom here I come..."</span>She thinks and starts in on the third strand. She dosen't yet know where she'll go when she's free, maybe to one of the homes in the village to live like the mice she used to hunt... "Ironic." She remarks on the thought and continues cutting, hoping she dosen't break a nail.