Momoko presses her back against the corner tightly..eyeing the strange..dog-like thing.<br/><br/><em>..E..eww. What the..hell IS that?</em><br/><br/>One hand drifts down her side to her Kunai..quickly flicking it up, and twirling the round bit around her finger, clutching it tightly on each spin through as she assesses her situation..<br/><br/><em>It has no eyes..so it can't see me..but it can smell me...those.."things" are pointing at me. What I need is ..a distraction. Can it hear me too...? Let's see...</em><br/><br/>Flattening her toned bottom against the wall..she feels along the edge for a smooth portion of rock to knock on, and raps twice quickly..waiting the "thing" out..