[ The fabric of the bag is cloying, yes, but not especially airtight. Not as much as Pyrrha thinks it is, in fact. She's working herself into a panic somewhat needlessly, brought upon by the turn her life took just prior to arriving.
When she hears a voice, she responds bodily, hands thrusting out against the front of the bag and crying out as best she can, yes, please help me.
Even in moments like this, she's still unfailingly polite with strangers. ]
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When she hears a voice, she responds bodily, hands thrusting out against the front of the bag and crying out as best she can, yes, please help me.
Even in moments like this, she's still unfailingly polite with strangers. ]