[Peridot dares to peek her head out from around cover for just a split second, squinting critically. Watching Zim skitter around on his spider legs is viscerally horrifying, but it also really makes her wish she still had her own limb enhancers (because that's definitely what she's viewing his PAK as).
It's not that she's entirely defenseless; she has fire breath now, for one thing, but putting herself out in the open in order to use it sounds like a good way to get herself poofed. Ducking back behind the booth, she looks around frantically for something, anything that she can use as a weapon.
Her eyes fall on a big, heavy metal cash box sitting innocently on one of the shelves.]
Wrath THIS, you dirty stinkin' CLOD!
[Yup she definitely just hopped up on the booth counter to scream that, and now she is definitely using her control over metal to fling that heavy box right at Zim's big stupid head.]
RADICAL
It's not that she's entirely defenseless; she has fire breath now, for one thing, but putting herself out in the open in order to use it sounds like a good way to get herself poofed. Ducking back behind the booth, she looks around frantically for something, anything that she can use as a weapon.
Her eyes fall on a big, heavy metal cash box sitting innocently on one of the shelves.]
Wrath THIS, you dirty stinkin' CLOD!
[Yup she definitely just hopped up on the booth counter to scream that, and now she is definitely using her control over metal to fling that heavy box right at Zim's big stupid head.]