"Got it!" She takes the bag and places it between her teeth, winks at York, and then with a flash and a pop she's a little mouse dragging the bag into the vents and disappearing with a skitter. She drags it up to the appropriate area and takes a moment to survey who's where, and starts nudging the little marbles into place.

Then, before she leaves, she chances running into the room, waits until she's sure the mooks are engaged in their own conversations, and runs over to poop on one's shoe before turning and running back into the vents.

Eventually she's joining York again and flashing back to herself with a shit-eating grin.

"Light 'em up."