Ah, to be honest, with how some people have been walking right into familiar sounding traps... tackling has been oddly efficient.

( The cart has finally come to a stop, just shy of hitting the wall. He brushes his hands off on his pants, though nothing's really lingering on them, and flashes a half-assed sort of not entirely apologetic but vaguely along those lines smile. )

The calling out sometimes less so. This one's imitating Mum?

( He glances in the direction of the voice, and the somewhere lurking doll-like creature that scuttles as one does when... apparently crafted underneath the basement of a school. )