Not A Toy 067

Maisie shifted her body, causing the mascara to slide out from beneath her. She swung her legs from the phone and tried to find some footing. As she did, the phone began to tilt away from her - into the water bottle. This naturally caused the canister to roll towards the bag's other occupant.

"Hey." Jenna said firmly, having to put her weight against the 'oversized' object as it came towards her.

As Maisie took hold of the phone, using it to lift herself up she finally processed Jenna's loaded question.

"Excuse me." Came the graduate's response, it was not a question.

Jenna held her position against the water bottle, glaring down at the younger woman. "Well? You were the one who was so quick to trust that woman - and it looks like thats worked out so well for us."

Maisie was incensed. Just who did this Jenna girl think she was? It was true that the younger of the pair hadn't expected this was things would turn out, but she didn't need to be chastised for it. "Are you serious right now?" She pressed, her tone clearly irritated.

Jenna watched Maisie pull herself to her feet, nearly stumbling on the uneven surface that they both occupied. The last time the teacher had seen the would-be job applicant, she had been far smaller than herself and then, very briefly, Maisie had towered over her. Now it seemed the pair were, as far as she could tell, the same size. Despite the fact that they were both trapped inside an adult woman's bag, there was something mildly comforting about talking to someone who was the same 'scale' as herself, even if that scale was puny.

"Do I look like I'm joking? If you hadn't been so eager to just put your faith in a weirdo - who is apparently behind that insane device - then maybe we wouldn't both be trapped like this!"

Maisie scowled, her temper flaring. "How was I supposed to know she'd just... just shrink us without any warning? Besides, if you had just listened to me earlier when I told you not to touch that thing then maybe your clothes wouldn't be in a pile on the other side of the room!"

Jenna rolled her eyes. "Oh, you want to talk about what you should and shouldn't touch? From the sounds of it you were pretty much playing with that thing before I arrived - how many times did you manage to shoot yourself anyway?!"

The insanity of the afternoon had reached a tipping point. The tiny women, victims of Sophie's device and bad luck, finally found someone they could take out their fear and anger on; each other.