((Going to go ahead and have Saber speed off, and then display that picture of the Pet so Tarn can see! Hope that's alright.))

Well, there went her canned goods. Unable to hold them while being bounced around, they fell one by one until she had none left.

Managing to turn just enough to be able to land on her knees instead of just being sprawled out, Saber sucked in her breath as she stabilized herself.

It was time to get out of there and attempt to find who owned this pet.

Just as she pushed herself up, she looked downwards as her hand sunk into something soft.

Her head turned away once and then back in a double-take, her eyes widening slightly as it seems she had stumbled across a suit. It was half covered in trash. Not taking a chance to look at it any more closely, she pulled out the black and grey garments and suddenly darted off while the pet was preoccupied with the other direction.

This time, Saber put her sincere efforts into the motions, and she sped off in a flash of green. Even though the pet was fast, she'd still be a challenge to catch even if he dare try to chase her. As she was leaving the boundary of the junk pile, she held the garments in one arm and her communication device in the other.

Pulling up the picture she had of the Pet, she sent it out as a mass text along with..

Is this yours? Contact Saber.

Hopefully someone would reply quickly. A creature as .. playful as that would be dangerous to just leave around to become bored.