Everyone might be a bit much. [ But it is a nice thought. She just knows that she, in particular, doesn't have that sort of thing. Not that it's bad - she's got a hell of a brain instead.

At the prospect of going and getting something from their dearly departed friend? Bulma shrugs and moves to stand, of course tugging her shirt (and thereby, the neckline of said shirt) down a bit, and gives Klaus a little motion of one finger in the air as if saying 'wait for me here' with one of those little smirky smiles. Confident, for a woman who's about to go and raid a dead body, but that's...

.. pretty much Bulma in a nutshell.

In the throng of people near the scene of the crime it's easy enough to get close without really being noticed - there's a lot of hub-bub, after all. It's when she squats down and reaches for a suit pocket that one of the staff takes exception, touching her shoulder and asking what, exactly, she thinks she's doing. ]

I'm trying to get something to summon his ghost. [ Casual, you know. A blue brow raises as the staff member insists that she not touch, intimating that she's trying to steal off of a corpse, and Bulma full-out laughs. ]

Please - his fortune is a spit in the bucket. I just want to leave this crummy dinner party and its even worse food behind.

[ And with that she's blazing ahead, casing inner pockets without a trace of hesitation. ] I don't have the time to be trapped here, thanks.