The movement catches the corner of her eye and she skitters backward, clutching her hand to her chest protectively. That was a close one! She watches as the dragon drops its head and goes back to eating, this time interspersed with soft growls. "Sorry," she says shakily. Her heart is beating hard, but she holds no ill will towards the pokémon.

It's only when she hears the laughter that she flushes with embarrassment, looking over at the teen who is gloating over her near injury. Her earlier confidence seems to crumble. "I wish you'd told me that before I tried," she mutters. She cradles her hand and sighs. So much for trying. "I'll go get Louis, then..."

She hurries to the front of the store to find the employee. Dumb. She should have let a professional handle it from the start.