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"[color=black][b]Uhm, I dunno, maybe it's the part where didn't say anything close to that? Just a fuckin' guess.[/b][/color]"

Her tone lowered to a more patronising and sarcastic one, her unstable smile now degraded into a disappointed frown. Either her opposite had his mind elsewhere, probable given the circumstances, or he was an idiot. Nonetheless, the hybrid-shark had her eyes narrow in growing suspicion of his position in this whole debacle. Nothing to make her heart race, but enough to for Erizalla to adopt a more appropriate stance to mirror his own initiative. Knees flexed, pistol aimed straight while her free hand clenched the other gun.

"[color=black][b]Though I suppose with all these impromptu retcons of speech and growing tension, I agree, we can settle this much more efficiently ...[/b][/color]"

Her lips morphed back into a grin, less pronounced that her first appearance, but enough to expose the excitement she was feeling. The fight itself didn't agitate the critter, no; the pleasure of putting down someone that tried to reflect her condescension. Such audacity had to be put in its place.

The lack of anymore gunfire toward the marshlands and the reversion of the dragon to a human state were facts that were dead obvious now to the now concentrating Erizalla. Distracted, she'd click her tongue without letting her posture falter. A good few seconds, enough to perhaps let the opposing man assault her, would pass with her stance adamant. In any case, right as this deafening silence reigned supreme, she would swiftly cock the safety of her revolver with her thumb and shrug, the gun now hanging harmlessly on her index finger.

"[color=black][b]BUT you know what? I'm down a crew now and killing the first member I come across doesn't bode well for my remaining prospect! Thus, I would love to meet that, as you'd say, 'moron' you call a captain. Would that be fine?[/b][/color]"

Her voice emitted a complete U-turn in tone, now far more cheery and pleasant. And loud, very loud. Loud enough be heard from a certain distance.

"[color=black][b]Oh yes, I'm sure she'd love to run through my little resume. Yessirree. That is, if she's even worthy of the mantle of pirate captain. I've met more than a few duds as of late.[/b][/color]"

Holstering her firearm, she'd then present her gloved hand to the man she had just a minute ago expressed a desire to assault. Palm flat and her composure completely relaxed.

"[color=black][b]Erizalla. I can do loads of stuff, like most pirates. Enchanted.[/b][/color]"