There's a curious tilt of Rutile's head as they spy what appears to be a mechanical man, no— a robot? Could it be...? making an attempt to stuff their moogle into a bag.

Approaching, there's a pinch of their chin as they examine the situation, concluding, most helpfully, with a simple— "It appears as though you may need a larger bag to fit it in."

The moogle, they mean. The toys were probably fine.