Myia still can't see the people who just suddenly started talking at her in high, unfamiliar voices, so when she starts hearing scores for her stealing technique she startles and jumps, recoiling back into a defensive pose.

It's not that defensive. Her twiggy, chitinous arms can't protect her from much.

"Who's there! Not stealing! You're lying! Get arrested for lying!" she says, grabbing two containers of salt to doublefist like weapons. "You a slug? Slugs selling salt! Bad plan!"