oh no ! no no no no no. she tries once again to lift her foot, but her pointed heel appears to have gotten stuck in one of the cracks. panic threatens to flood her, if only for the fact said pair of shoes are expensive, and one of her favourites ( though, arguably, she's been known to say that about them all ) . instead she remains poised, trying to think of a way out of this that doesn't involve her foot touching the wood that has seen numerous dirty soles. a low whine sounds, but she pauses when gaze lands on a familiar face. " anthony ! . . . hi. " cheeks flush pink, warm smile on display. " nice day, isn't it ? " like overcast could ever be considered such a thing.