She bit her tongue to keep from cursing aloud. She knew this armor made her as clumsy as a human, but this was ridiculous.<br/><br/>(Perception of 16+7 = 23)<br/><br/>She stopped for a moment, and steadied herself, taking a deep breath... which is when she spotted it. The crazy man was right, a tiny, little... thing. Staying still, she quietly sheathed her weapon, and drew her heavy crossbow, and, if still unnoticed, she'd take aim, and fire.<br/><br/>(Sheathing/drawing took her full turn, so firing the next, unless something changes. Attack roll of 3+4=7.)