Tanto let out a squark as before landing back on her feet again on the opposite side of the engine room. Something might have felt off to Senjen about her body, like it began to reform around his claws before deciding against it. Nevertheless, she is visibly taken aback by Senjen’s quick reflexes and free range of motion.

She laughs again, slower and more wistful this time. “So, you’re not a dullard, good. Well? What’re you waiting for? Unfurl your tiresome craft upon me.” Her wrists spins 360 degrees, and her batons snick against the stony floor.“Please, lets not! Why don’t we all just get to know each other instead?” Rex said, a hint of desperation in its otherwise carefully arranged tone.