[A muffled whistle in answer can be heard coming from the dumpster to Ginia's left and a moment later, the lid lifts up and Petra pokes her head out. There's a smear of some kind of sauce on her forehead and a few pieces of shredded newspaper in her tousled red hair. She grips the rim of the dumpster and hops back out, landing gracefully on her feet.]
The case is secure.
[Now that neither of them are holding it and it's firmly hidden from view at the bottom of a pile of trash most people would avoid delving into on sanitary instinct alone, they should go back to being unseen.]
At least, for now.
[Suddenly, she notices something sticky on her forehead and starts wiping at it with her sleeve.]
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The case is secure.
[Now that neither of them are holding it and it's firmly hidden from view at the bottom of a pile of trash most people would avoid delving into on sanitary instinct alone, they should go back to being unseen.]
At least, for now.
[Suddenly, she notices something sticky on her forehead and starts wiping at it with her sleeve.]