Nita let out a sigh, herself - though it didn't feel like a sigh of relief, exactly.

"Not the last I've seen, but I should be able to make some, no problem."

Wait- could she really do that? Nita suddenly got the impression that she very well could; maybe not out of thin air, but needle and thread weren't too hard to find here. Everything after that was just wizardry - hah! - and mechanics.

Nita knelt, waiting for the mice to come up to her.

/Does that serve you nicely, then?/