Huh? Don't worry so much. I've dealt with way worse than a little high-pressure air.

[ She grabs the hunting knife. As if to emphasize her point, she spins it between her fingers with an ease and nimbleness that clearly suggests she's used to handling small blades.

But... Something occurs to her. Her fingers snap closed around the hilt of her knife, keeping it poised in the space between herself and the Puppy Bubble Wrapper. ]

Hey... What would happen if the person inside had a weapon like this, though? Wouldn't they be able to cut themselves out on their own?