"That's terrible," says the titanic librarian, as you try not to focus on her dirty-blonde hair or truly luscious breasts. At this point, she's really your only hope. You keep your eyes on her face, which frankly is still quite pretty for a woman who's probably in her forties.
"I have a couple of ideas," you say. "Can you help me?"
"Of course," she says with a smile. "How else are you going to get down from there?"
You smile too, and you tell her about seeing if there's video surveillance. She likes the idea, and you quickly determine that there is indeed a camera that focuses only on that room. Mary Lynn goes to investigate who sees the feed, but not before putting you in her pants pocket. You're pretty excited about being so close to her, but you do pay attention to what she says and hears. It turns out, much to your disappointment, that the tape will not be ready for several days. So even in the best-case scenario, you're going to be tiny and shrunken for at least that long, and that's even if you eventually get the gun back.
Mary Lynn takes you back into her office and pulls you out of her pocket, setting you on her desk as she sits down. You look back up into those gorgeous green eyes. "Well, I'm sorry I can't fix this for you," she says.