As small as Witsy is she can get ridiculously hungry. Her stomach was growling and she just missed the trolley. She walked down the isle passing several carts constantly eyeing the ground for small animals knowing well what happened last year, when she fell with style over a pigmy puff. That voice's familiar, she thought. Taking a second glance hesitating to distract her on her mission for some chocolate she sighed at the thought the trolley must be away. She stepped over to the compartment door oh HUGO! and knocked on the door, pointing as if indicating if it's alright to come in for a bit.