"Well, isn't that a lovely sight," said Fox to himself, staring at the shape of Krystal silhouetted in the light from the fridge. She was beautiful as always, and from his angle Fox happened to be looking right up her skirt as she was leaned over, rummaging through the drawers at the bottom of the fridge for something. He couldn't tell what it was, but it didn't matter. Seeing as how she was in the room, food was going to take second base to getting attention.

Of course getting attention wasn't going to be that easy. He was mouse sized compared to the blue vixen, which meant he would have to do something loud or bright to get her to notice him. Feeling his belt he wished not for the first time that he'd taken Falco's suggestion and started sleeping with his gun holstered. If he had that he could just fire off a shot and she'd be bond to see it, and then trace it back to him.

Not having the blaster, or anyway to make a bright, attention grabbing flash, Fox was left with two choices. The first was to just run up to Krystal and start yelling. Though he wasn't sure she'd hear him from way up where her head was. The second option, while far harder, was much more likely to get him noticed, and that was to climb the nearby counter. Of course it would take time to do that, and Krystal could well leave before he got to the top. Which course does he take?