(To be fair, by Alternian standards this puts her somewhere just below Troll Mahatma Gandhi.)
At the moment, however, she is feeling decidedly unreasonable. Leo blew off her perfectly good advice to leave the goddamn sliding puzzle alone and kill himself into immortality, and what's worse, Alaine backed him up. She's used to him agreeing with her ruthless play style, but for some reason he felt like the pointless sidequests would be useful, and "it's not like we're in some kind of hurry, right?"
So, like the reasonable person she is, she stormed out of the computer room and went off to explore the meteor and steal people's stuff from the chests. So far she's found Sky's lacy underthings, a handful of boonbucks, Ari's lacy underthings (which she files away for later perusal), and more weapons than anyone could reasonably need, all of which have gone straight into her inventory.
She opens another door. It leads-
to a refreshmentblock?
She draws a heavily alchemized dagger and advances slowly toward the beveragetable. "If Troll Ashton Kutcher shows up, I'm stabbing him in the face," she warns the empty room.
"Sylladex?" Out of thin air pops a small piano, which then turns into a brightly colored card. Ari tucks the card back into thin air. "Sylladex."
"But- what if you need to carry a piano, or a dragon, or ten tons of highly flammable shaving cream?"
Ari shudders. "That sounds awful. Do you want some wallets to take back to your inconvenient universe? I've got like five of them in my wallet."
"Wallet modus. It's a kind of sylladex, except you carry it around instead of just... having it. It can carry anything up to and including a small planet." He takes out his own wallet to show off. (It has a little dinosaur on it.)
"...you captchalogue something, and it goes into your wallet. It's- here, see for yourself." He tosses Stalas a wallet. "Try to take a barstool."
Ari wracks his brain. "Try... seeing it as a card? Instead of an object? Everything can be either an object or a card, that's basic object duality. Feel the card in the chair."
It is not immediately successful.
He gives up and tosses the wallet to Sefton.
Sefton catches the wallet, dutifully tries to take the chair, fails, and hands the wallet to Katrin.
He looks rather crestfallen. "Sorry, then. You can keep the wallet in case you figure out how to make it go later."
"Let me know if there's anything else helpful I can give you, too. I've got a ton of weapons tucked away. And if you're all playing the Game you can use all the help you can get."
"Uh. Take your pick, really. Swords, hammers, axes, double tridents, a couple of Fancy Santas? Other junk probably? What do you use?"
"I'm a mage," she says, with a gesture to the staff she is wearing on her back. "Stalas and Sefton both prefer daggers, I think."