[She laughs. What a filthy mouth.]

Well, it beats rotting away in the desert for coin.

[Been there, done that, no thank you. Sonya taps a finger to her chin.]

If those roots weigh more than an overweight cat, I'm afraid we're out of luck.

[And that's assuming these things won't just replace themselves. Or that she could even reach them.]

Think it's worth a try?