"Well, you don't look much like a whateverr," she replies, looking the chair and table over carefully. It's an elaborately-carved set of furniture, so if she climbs up the curved table leg there, and then gets a foothold there, and then...

She takes a running jump, springing up onto the table leg where it curves almost flat, and uses the momentum to launch herself at the chair. It...almost works; she ends up clinging precariously to the chair leg, unable to shift her weight without falling.

"A little help herre?" Her one free hand flails helplessly above the edge of the seat.