[color=00ccff]Agreeable.[/color]

Scarlett found Kiff to be... surprisingly agreeable.

Not only to her point, but her opinion. Normally, she would have expected him to be disagreeable - to the point that she had a retort primed and at the tip of her tongue, yet she found herself swallowing it, instead. He agreed, through his own point of view, and neither The Scientist or The Beast could fully accept this unexpected turn of events. However, life was nothing if not manufactured constants and natural inconsistencies.

Surely, there are bound to be outliers in all things.

After all, work was hierarchical and it was clear, Kiff was keeping himself cloistered below Ruecian and Rozemyne, like a lazy cat, while the snide snake climbed further up the tree, and the haughty raven kept herself nested; only moving higher when needed. It was a game, like all things, with structure and rules - even if Scarlett invented them for her own mental benefit. And, so, with that in mind, she regarded his words in earnest; making sure to keep note of the woman, as well as the librarian's expansive stock of knowledge - personal and impersonal, via the books he kept watch of.

For now, she knew enough of her prey - they were aquatic beasts, survived on an ancient diet that kept them territorial, but conscious of Humans; that was in the mission briefing, after all, and her studies.. However, their environmental adaptation - natural camouflage, exceptional night vision, and their abilities to swim and stalk prey on lands and through water - posed an insidious challenge that would elevate the troubles of this supposedly easy mission.

Furthermore, the complications of scent came into play; could they track scent from underwater as if aboveground?

These were small details, small worries, but molehills become pitfalls for the unaware.

Thus, Scarlett would opt to treat these territorial predators like an invasive predator should: respectfully, with all intention of devouring them. To that end, she would take Kiff up on his offer. For the first time in an hour, since meeting him, she would leave an unsorted assortment of biological studies with revised purpose, and approach the librarian with a single question, "[color=00ccff]Where can I find your Alchemist?[/color]"