Said miniature bounty hunter stood in all her pink and frilly fury inside her jar containment, hands pressed against the glass and scowling. At least inside the airship was slightly warmer than outside the airship, not that this stupid dress was doing much to keep her warm. These miserable koopas took her clothes, they took her hard earned gifts, they took her credit card, all on Christmas Eve, for the love of... she was completely furious with this entire charade.

This was probably apparent from how red her knuckles were from banging on the jar the entire time up here. She was sure she could have felt something crack. Hopefully that wasn't her hand... Once she figured a way out she would reign a most righteous and justifiable hell on this place.

Until then, perhaps one of her most burning questions of the evening, "Why me?"