"Almost got it!" she replied - cheerfully, although at the moment the cheer might be a little forced. "Tiny pieces of paper are not exactly my - oh, come on -"

The ticket, having slipped out of her pincer, started wafting toward the floor; Scorpia at least had the reflexes to catch it pinned between the outer curve of her claw and the wall before it made it all the way to the ground. "Not exactly my greatest strength," she finished with a sigh.