There was an indignant squawk of "HEY!" when the light flicked on, followed by a large set of hands attempting to cover up... well, actually, the pants stayed more or less ON, and the vest was now more like a sports bra than a vest, so...

Slenderbird squinted down at Maurice, still pinching the shoe between two long clawy fingers.

"Look what you've done now," she growled accusingly. "Maybe I should carry the lantern."