"You can take your bloody satchel and shove it up your--are you even listening? Do not just walk away from me you bloody little..." the woman with the British accent and ridiculous uniform trailed off as the little man simple disappeared as he walked away. Of course he did. Why would she be whisked away to a strange dimension and be given anything more than the bare minimum? That was never how it worked. She heaved a sigh and threw the satchel towards where the direction the little man had come from and decided to simply walk off.

Perhaps that wasn't the best decision to make, there could be something useful in there or something she might end up needing later on. Betsy had never been one to make the best decisions though. No, she trended towards making rash decisions that some might even go so far as to say were the worst decisions she could make. One might say it was something of a talent. Thus, she would choose to leave the satchel on the ground where she'd toss it and would instead make her own way without it.

Hopefully some kind passerby would pick it up and let her know that it might serve her better in her own possession.

Was using your natural born talents really considered cheating? Were her twin here he'd probably say yes, but that was only because he was a sore loser. A very sore loser who clearly wasn't here. Which meant there was absolutely nobody here to stop her from using her abilities at the shooting game. Really, she didn't need to use them to hit every single target. At least she wouldn't have if the proprietor of the booth himself hadn't rigged it. It wasn't until her second miss on a target that she most certainly shouldn't have missed that she arched an eyebrow at the man running the little game.

"Ohhh, tough luck, little lady," he said with a flash of a toothy grin.

"Mm, I suppose I'm a be a bit off my game tonight," she said with her own smile in return. Then, with no further pause, she fired her remaining four shots (with a bit of telekinetic enhancement) into each of the four targets. Every single one of them fell including the one rigged to move right before the game bullet met it.

"How-," the man began in a tone that indicated his irritation.

"It seems my game returned," she said with a smile. "Give my prize to the next person that comes by, whatever they want. I have my trophy already."