"I am... not certain this will work, if I may be honest," Futo said, starting to make a face. "There is only one of thee, thou seest, and thou'rt the size of a small person or a large dog..."

The lump protruding from her sleeve flailed a little. "Are you sure? I want to help you! We're all so cold in here with the air conditioning up so high, and you were stressed about not being able to start fires for warmth!"

"Ah, yes. For warmth." Futo coughed. "In any case, it may be more prudent to remove thyself and gather our fellow captives for a more, ah, traditional gathering. Surely it would be better than racing down the hall in those hideous rolling seats."

Isabelle lifted the sleeve up over herself. "I suppose... It was warm in there, though."

Futo shivered and helped the little dog out of it. "Quite."