Not that anyone can see it, because of her hood, but Piav's eyes are roughly the size of tea saucers, and her eyebrows have taken up a new residence somewhere in her hairline. She coughs a little, attempting to retain her composure. "I.. um. Let me think on that a moment..." She mutters, bowing her head. "Compensation would be more likely to be every vertical support in this place being ... er.. well, like that."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Knowledge: Planes seems appropriate to this .. um. Situation.</div></div>