*roots around inside a refrigerator*
*Literally inside a refrigerator. With the door closed. She sits on a block of cheese and munches on some grapes.*
*The dorito drone has a small panic attack before remembering that it is also the building itself. The fridge door whirs and opens, showing the little girl inside.*
*blinks at the light and claps, reaching for the drone* Jarr!
*reaches out and tugs on her arm* Come on out, Stacey.