[ Oh, no — cute! Except that Barbie remains completely and delightfully unaware, her expression still as pleasant as she can keep it in light of everything going on. She watches him for a moment, and then she glances back towards the closed door and the wooden cabinet currently blocking the path, and she really hopes those wolves will grow bored soon and find something else to occupy their time.

Something a little less ... murdery. ]

Oh, no, being played with wasn't my job. My job was just ... I guess being Stereotypical. [ She's going to make absolutely no sense, sorry Bigby. ] And then I found that I didn't like that at all, so ... I changed my path.

But I'm not a puppet, I'm a doll. Or I was a doll. You've ... never heard of Barbie before?