Mihoko walked around the corner after the maids in a lolling saunter.  It carried her a little sideways for every couple steps ahead, but after all she was giving everyone time to figure out where they were going.  It was her "restful" walk, and also one that made it easy to spot little objects lying around that she might like to "borrow."<br/><br/>She stopped with her fingertips perched on her hips, peering around the maids at the crawlers stretched along and across the corridor.  She pushed her lips out pensively at Karinka, and then shrugged.<strong>No, of course she's not concerned about it.  I guess she does have lots of "cleaning" for maids.</strong>It vaguely occurs to her that the maids might organize themselves, but there's just one problem.  If they share many compatible skills, then she has no idea yet what they could be.  It's usually far more chaotic than that around here.  Plenty of individual situations for Karinka to punish, but coordinate?  If she weren't right behind the maids at the moment, Mihoko would probably place her bets and watch.<strong>I wouldn't bet on them, either!</strong><br/><br/>She squats down facing the nearest crawler, scrunching her nose up at the scent of its fluids.<strong>Ewww, that would <em>not</em> be good on me...</strong>Her eyes watch the tendrils waving from side to side in the air, and her shoulders tighten up.  An annoyed face follows as she resists the urge to bat at the tendrils like threads of oversized yarn.  She sticks out her tongue in some frustration and finally summons a baby-talk voice.<strong>"What are you doing all the way down here?  Did the maze turn itself around on you, poor things?  But you see what time it is...?"</strong><br/><br/>She produces a shiny little women's watch from inside the bodice of her suit.  Waving it at the crawler much in the same way its tendrils feel the air, she continues:<strong>"Yesss, that's right.  It's very early.  We didn't eat yet.  No good eating us!  No calories here.  <em>Real</em> food is upstairs.  You know,"</strong>pointing over its back,<strong>"Back up that way.  Bye bye?"</strong>She makes a sympathetic face and waves the watchband between her fingers in another little shooing motion.<br/><br/><em>Not sure if they understand her, but she's trying to be a little diplomatic so I'll average Cunning and Will (to 2). x roll 3 = 6</em><br/><em>I suppose if they actually find her intelligible and worth listening to, it might be all Cunning for 9 instead.</em><br/><br/>