[Narvin glances over her image, gives a very brief, wry eyebrow twitch of "you too, huh" and huffs out a frustrated sigh.]

I'm not sure yet. I tried shooting it with my staser, but they're very fast. [And Narvin has a few scorch marks on his walls now.] So I gave up on that method and am trying something less destructive to my room.

[The "less destructive" part is debatable, however. In Narvin's growing obsession to catch the thing, and its drive to not be caught, his usually tidy room is a mess of knocked over furniture, torn down curtains, and belongings scattered across the floor.]