[Given the spiraling trail he had to follow, twisting and turning to the point of inanity, Light would be quick to argue that she's already bullying the goose, though she seems to come to that conclusion herself.]

An item from home. Something that doesn't need to leave where I had stored it. But that goose-

[That goose, the word spoken like a curse, like an offense against his person. In a way, it was, a mar against his pride for having been caught off-guard by its feathery presence.]

-doesn't seem to care. Listen, will you help me or not?

[She's closer. She'd be able to startle it far better than him, especially since she's earned its temporary trust through a deluge of carbohydrates.]