He see's that the maid is indeed still around and sighs with releif.  maybe everything will turn out ok afterall.<br/><br/>he waves and shouts some more but again she pays him no heed she seems to be fussing about the mess on the carpet.  As she grabs up the vacuum, Aard notices it for the first time and his optimism begins to fade.<br/><br/>"oh dear.  don't like the look of this. maybe i should just stay out of the way until she is done with that and then try to get here attention"  He frowns at the sight of the old looking contraption but at least it looks claped out enough no to be too threatening. Probably far to old to have and dangerous level of power to it.  the wheeze as she flicks the switch seems to confirm this suspition. He assumes that his only real danger may yet come from her.........FOOT !!.  he just manages to throw himself to the side as it crashes down where he was standing just a second ago. Lifting once more as she sweeps her way over to the far wall and begins to vacuum there.<br/><br/>As Aard uses this time to look for some descrete cover until she is finished he heads toward a towering structure that seems to be a flimsy high legged hallway desk, but as he does so, the roaring whoosh of the nozzle, rythmicly sweeping back and forth and the unsetling clattering sound of who nows what getting snorted up the tube is begining to intimidate him a bit more.<br/>Maybe he has underestimated her vacuum due to it's old clasic apearence.<br/><br/>Then suddenly the sweeping motion stops and he can actualy feel her eyes upon him.<br/><br/>At last he thinks.  turning to wave at her once more.  "now get me out of here please lady?".......<br/><br/>.....his smile slowly dies on his face as he hears what she is saying to him.<br/><br/>"insect?  no!  I'm not an insect please help.....oh crap" he takes a step backward and then turns to run as she begins pushing the deafening nozle toward him.<br/>scrambling for what little cover the desk may afford him.<br/><br/>Maybe it's just the urgencey of his imediate situation exagerating things in his mind but suddenly that beast doesn't seem so old and disfunctional at all.  I he imagining things or is it actualy getting stronger?<br/><br/>squels his protests as he dives under the desk but if she didn't hear his voice before, then there is doubtlessly no chance above the noise of her vacuum cleaner.