[This feels eerily familiar. Her eyes go wide as she follows the arc of the fish leaping overhead, the torn net falling away, and her hand immediately goes to Gambol Shroud's hilt— the net clearly isn't the right tool for this job.]
I thought they were exaggerating!
[It's as big as some Grimm, although she's seen bigger and badder, and she knows Qrow has seen even worse in his day. She glances sharply in his direction, the same way she might look to Ruby for instruction out in the field—
But Ruby's not here, and there's no team to rely on anymore.]
Think we can eat it?
[The fish crashes beneath the waves, sending a spray of water up and into the boat, but it's hardly through with them— it headbutts the boat from below, intent on sending them overboard. Judging by its teeth, probably aiming to turn them into prey.
no subject
I thought they were exaggerating!
[It's as big as some Grimm, although she's seen bigger and badder, and she knows Qrow has seen even worse in his day. She glances sharply in his direction, the same way she might look to Ruby for instruction out in the field—
But Ruby's not here, and there's no team to rely on anymore.]
Think we can eat it?
[The fish crashes beneath the waves, sending a spray of water up and into the boat, but it's hardly through with them— it headbutts the boat from below, intent on sending them overboard. Judging by its teeth, probably aiming to turn them into prey.
Her question still stands.]