"Welp."

She almost just crunches it on autopilot, then remembers at the last second that she was going to try something else. Okay, self, that there lizard is a great big smiley-egg, and your job is to carry it gently over to the nearest not-in-use dryer.

It's more than a little odd to watch her catch a lizard more than twice her size and start awkwardly shuffling it along the floor, holding it up with both arms. She'd be having a much easier time if she wasn't trying so hard to avoid breaking any important bits.

The lizard resents this! It struggles mightily! If it can't claw her face can it at least pull her shirt off??

"Oh my god," she half-groans, half-laughs. "Workplace harassment. Buddy, that's inappropriate. I guess I murdered like a dozen of your friends actually." The shirt is going streeeeeetch and if the lizard starts pulling it in a slightly different direction she's going to have to bust out of it completely or it'll blindfold her. In the meantime Rhombus is going to see her bra.

Rhombus is a professional and also Juggernaut is, like, a baby.

The lizard does in fact pull differently when the first kind doesn't work.

"Piece'a shit," she mutters grumpily. "Fine, have it your way." She shifts the enormous squirming burden of the lizard across her shoulders slightly, and bites a big hole in the part of the shirt stretching over her face. "Bleah." Visibility thus restored, at least for now, she stomps determinedly toward what at least looks from this angle like an unused dryer.

The dryer is empty, though its lint screen is not fully seated in place.

If she can see the lint screen that means it's open, which frankly solves quite a few of her problems. Okay, let's do this. She aims her lizard, shuffles determinedly toward the dryer, and (very awkwardly, with considerable huffing and puffing just from the sheer unwieldiness of her task) shoves... the darn thing... in there.

Unless Rhombus can think of a good way to intervene, there may ensue a very silly slapfight as she tries to close the dryer door on it.

The dryer is big, and it does technically have room for the lizard, but it's not an easy aperture to wedge it through (it's slightly smaller than the dungeon portal itself). But it can't make any progress out, and April can make progress shoving it in, so eventually it's mostly in and she can start using the dryer door to help.

"This," grunt, "feels," oof, "like animal cruelty," huff, grunt. The dryer door finally latches. "But I'm pretty sure I didn't break any of its bits, so, calling that a win I guess!" She takes stock of herself. "Wow, I feel like ass! I think I'm still good to keep going, but I'm definitely gonna have to fuck off and get guiding before I try wrestling any more lizards into tight spaces, holy fuck."

"Good remembering to check, though." (Rhombus has collected some detergent, dryer sheets, and quarters. "You want to do that now while you're waiting for your lizard cage?"

"Yeah, if we're good on loot and stuff? If it'd be a good idea to go over the place one more time for stray lizards before we step out, or pop upstairs and put some beads in the sack, I can do it."

"Wouldn't hurt to mop up a couple more lizards. If I zero out they're going to want me on another dungeon, while you wait, but it doesn't really look like you need me in this one. I'll do a few more with you in case of surprises but you're sharp, you'll be up to speed in no time - need a proper full time partner, though."

"Yeah. Let's mop up some more lizards - do you wanna put the core by the portal first? - then I'll go find my kinda-sorta-partner-for-now, get guided, and come back without you to finish the place when I'm less fucked up. Maybe see if he wants to tag along, he's done dungeons before and can probably answer my stupid questions if I come up with any."

"Yep, core by the portal and call in some guys to babysit it. And that's a good idea, get more perspectives."

"Cool cool." They can get the core to the portal, then.

Rhombus demonstrates the calling guys to babysit ritual.

Dungeon portals sure do make life just that little bit more inconvenient.

Okay, time to go smash some more lizards?

There's one left upstairs working doubletime on the dress. "I'm inclined to loot the entire dress if you can get it clear and not get more blood on it."

"I can give it a shot!" What iiiiif she pulls the lizard's tail like a crow harassing a hawk. Probably it won't want to damage its own project just to get at her, right?

It looses its claws from the fabric to turn them against her! Raaaawr! (The rawr sounds like a spin cycle.) Rhombus grabs the dress and wads it up into the bag.

The claws, as per usual, don't have much effect. She backs away from Rhombus a few steps to make sure, and then grabs the lizard's arm and starts breaking things.

The lizard dies unceremoniously.

Ugh, that's so depressing. Keep it together, April.

"We good for now?"

"Yup." Rhombus has swept some random notions into the bag but the dress takes up most of it. "Till you get your box."