"Hey!" you shout, having to repeat yourself when she punches you on the knee. "Hey! Do you think you can intimidate me, little lady? Maybe I was just a little too generous just now?"
With no further warning, you give Kate another squirt of transposer power. With the settings unchanged, she halves in size again, and your knees are safe from her bitter little fists.
For the first time, she backs away, as if only suddenly aware of the precariousness of her situation. "Yeah, that's right," you sneer, taking a step forward with deliberate slowness, emphasising your weight. "You're in no position to make demands. Do you want to apologise?"
"Me? You're the thief here, you punk! And the longer you leave me like this, the more trouble you're getting yourself into!"
"Hey, I can turn you back if you promise not to tell anyone. This was an accident, okay? The Professor should learn to lock her door, honestly."
"She does! It's... it's my fault. I was working on the machine and just popped to the toilet for a minute. Didn't think anyone'd be here so early."
"Ah. So if the Prof learns what happened, you'd be in trouble to? Maybe we can work out a deal here."
Kate folds her arms, clearly simmering at your hints of blackmail. "What did you have in mind?"
"Well, the Professor won't be here for a while yet, right? How about I restore you, and the two of us have a little fun with this doohicky. Then, we go our separate ways and say nothing more, yeah?"
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