[ The pouch rolls through the water and finally impacts against the wall and slowly rolls to the floor, settling in the water. The pressure from inside finally pops the pouch open and the white glow of light spills out into the corridor. Somewhere inside the light there's a rather familiar shape starting to form - and then as the metaphorical dust clears, Peridot is sitting on the ground, blinking owlishly, with the pouch perched on the top of her head like some sort of miniature, odd hat. ]
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-that's always so uncomfortable! And inefficient!