There's a bit of guilt as the child bounces off the barrier, but it's assuaged by the shower of prizes scattering on the ground. Kids these days, honestly. Ginia shakes her head as she approaches, stopping a few feet from him. She pulls out her phone and types up a message, crossing her arms over her chest as her phone reads her words out loud in a digitized, alto voice.

"If you want prizes, you can get them without having to steal them out from everyone else."