[ Quistis makes the move she considers the only one she's allowed -- look for an alternate exit. There doesn't seem to be any, but the reality of the location may be very different than what you see at first glance. Much like a game of cards on the first move, even if your opponent is powerful and has better cards, you can often still manage to pull a Draw if you're careful. You simply need to be precise and plan your moves just right.

So she smiles and walks the perimeter of the room looking for a window and a way out. Or, she gets the feeling she will be slowly shuffling to the nearest corner and taking a seat and waiting it out. An hour and a half isn't so bad, is it? She could use the time to think. Still, perhaps a little directness wouldn't hurt? ]

...I am afraid you're mistaken, though. [ Hand to her hip, as if she's in control here. ] I've come here by accident, not to join in. It shouldn't be too difficult to allow me to leave, should it?

[ Naturally, Quistis is quite good at this considering she's something of a long-range fighter. She has amassed a pile of pumpkins all on her own with a swirl or two of her whip to trip them while they run or, if she's lucky, manage to tear right through them with the force of the blow; when she doesn't succeed in the latter, it's somewhat a morbid moment of having to dismember them, but hardly something she is unprepared for. It's no different than gathering parts of a monster back home to put to use for something else, really.

What Quistis has trouble with is the carving part. Though she intends to catch more when she's done creating a face on the one she's currently holding, but even with the weight she has to throw into a whip she can't seem to manage to make the lines right. When it comes to art, she definitely thinks it's better left to someone else.

The face is crooked, almost a smile but not quite. She seems proud of her efforts, though, pulling away to reveal a crude face akin to the quality of a child's crayon stick figure drawing. Frankly, she thinks it's better than the last one she made and it's no longer moving, so that's the important part, right? Turning to her side, she spots someone else surely meaning to aid in this interesting venture and, wiping at her bro, lifts a hand to wave them over. ]

Would you care to team up? I'm sure we can work much more efficiently in that case.

[ Hit me with something (network style/private contact is fine) or give me a prompt and I'll slam it down! o7 ]