"Sometimes," Alley grunts, her focus back on her problem. She pins one end of the string with the end of the bar, as planned, and loops the string around--

And immediately drops it, her crooked, gloved fingers shaking too hard to keep hold of something so tiny.

"Vishante kaffas!"

This is not her first attempt at getting the string around the plant and stick. And how she's going to tie the fucking thing once she can even get there... she hasn't figured out yet. Probably with the help of her teeth. That's how she does up the buckles to her gauntlets -- when she has them.