"Well, I haven't," she answers, waiting while Peter climbs on and gets himself situated. Then she slowly starts sliding down from net, taking care every time she passes under something to have proper clearing so she doesn't just knock Peter off. "My eyesight is a bit terrible, by the way, but I doubt bats have much better. And unfortunately I don't know what unicorns smell like." Great big horse should be fairly noticable, though.