Eyes locked on her target, Jiyu hoisted herself up onto the closed trash bin—letting out a soft grunt with the effort. Miffed to find her height isn't aided quite enough, she uses a hand and her torso to take purchase against the tiled wall while using her dominant appendage to reach for the window's latch that's just out of reach. It takes a bit of a stretch and a dangerous, wobbly form on her tip-toes, but she manages to shift the thing to 'unlocked.'
A satisfied smile curls at her peach-tinted tiers and she nudges the window open with one last effort before straightening to regain her waning balance.
"There!" she exclaims under her breath before stepping down—carefully, so as not to sprain anything. With a newly fresh draft of air circulating through the restroom, she perches herself on the empty section of the sink counter and digs around her bag for her precious box and lighter.
