Felih... couldn't help but be mildly concerned at the sight of a young woman abusing the poor crane machine, and he cautiously approached, not wanting to risk catching her ire by accident as he got close.

"You know, I think these things are rigged too, but I don't think fighting with it will do much," he suggests cautiously, ears attentive, tail curled halfway between his legs. "Do you maybe want some tips? I've got a pretty good handle on the rhythm of a bunch of these machines by now."

He may have too much time on his hands, wasting it at the Saucer, but... eh.