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"Chatty," he said as she saw Talia come into view.  "Why didn't you lead with your asskickery!" he loudly quipped as she approached.  Link couldn't help but reserve some admiration for the femme fatale.  Being shy was natural.  Being apprehensive in a life or death situation, however, could be bad for their health.  Progress needed to be made.  He knew he was on a timer, seconds away from the door opening.

"Alright, quick," He hurriedly insisted.  "Give me a deep dark, stat," he instructed as his eyes darted from her to the door nervously. Quid pro quo.  He knew he had to offer something.  "Platypi creep me out.  Part duck, part beaver, poisonous as hell.  It freaks me out.  Hopefully this mission won't involve taking out any duck billed mammals.  What's something under your shell?"