Whiskey burn

OOC: Even though she didn't say it in their other thread, I'm assuming that Basanti told him her name. If you disagree with that I can change it.

"Psst." He waited, watching the girl for a sign that she'd heard him. When none was seen, he did it again. "Psst." More waiting, still nothing. Good grief, she slept like the dead! The boy stood as close as he could get to her without actually crossing the border. He toed the line, neck stretched out in the hopes that those valuable inches would somehow make him more likely to be heard. "Psst. Basanti." His brow furrowed. She was breathing, right? He squinted. Her chest was moving up and down. Maybe she was in a coma? Should he cross over and check on her? What if she was hurt? The boy's eyes darted around, looking for something, anything, that might grab her attention. Lightbulb. At his paws was a stick. It was small, a bit less than half the length of his leg and thin, and the boy was certain it would work. Grabbing it near the middle, Nemesis jerked his head to the side and eyed the distance between himself and the sleeping girl. Then, with a careful toss, sent the stick fly towards her. "Speaking" Thinking