Mihoko scowled a little bit at the crawler, but not too hard...<strong>Okay, maybe <em>I</em> wouldn't pay much attention to anyone yapping so early in the day, either!</strong><br/><br/>She becomes a little distracted trying to follow what in the world the maids are doing -- or all sixteen things she could guess about, if she were ever so inclined.   When she looks back, the crawler is a big step closer and waving those antennae awfully close.  She panics and with a short squeak, tosses the gold watch at it.  Little known fact:  Mihoko doesn't indefintely<em>keep</em>so many of the things she absconds with.   She simply loses track of many of them, or as in this case, uses them for something and then is done with them.<br/><br/>The catgirl has no idea where to aim -- the top of the slimy thing all looks pretty much the same.  She just flings the watch with a little twist of her arm, and starts darting wide around the big critter.<em>Luck:   5+6 = 11</em><br/><br/>Where it lands, no one knows (certainly not Mihoko, anyway)...  The long scaly, slimy scrawler starts spinning but fortunately, Mihoko's feet and hips are already spinning wider to the side of the corridor.  She catches herself with her arms flat on the wall for a moment, her backside slapping the stonework with a dull thud and a puff of exasperated breath.  She glances around a moment, mostly to make piggish faces at anyone who noticed.  Then she flips herself back into line and continues dashing by assorted critters.