Lion Head Mesa fake out

The bumbling little man, Gucci, stepped in to the workstation without looking her way. He seemed as distracted as she was, and she did not see him until he had hip-checked her and caused the rabbit to fall from her grasp. It hit the floor with a dull thud reminiscent of another meal.
With a small huff, she tried to bend and grasp for it. The heft of her belly made this a struggle, and an uncomfortable one. She hastened to ask the neb - Please, could you -- I can't reach.
He may as well clean up his own mess.