[She shuffles it around with her feet, flops onto her side and does the slow, arduous roll of a horse her size before prancing back to her feet. She's starting to realize there are smells missing from this place. And it is metallic. Unsettling.]
[She rolls the ball towards the kind one by shepherding it along with her nose.]
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[She rolls the ball towards the kind one by shepherding it along with her nose.]