Even though she asked for it, North is still momentarily jarred when he hands her the knife without a moment's hesitation. There is a whole ass second where the knife just lays in her hand, her grip loose as she wonders if he's an idiot. He surely must be an idiot, because no human with half a brain cell would willingly hand off a perfectly good weapon like this. God.
But he's a human, so what does she care? Once the second passes, the flurry of processes within her mind palace slowing down, she tightens her grip on the knife.]
... Next time someone asks you for a knife, don't hand it over so easily unless you're looking to die.
[That's all she says on the matter.
Testing out the weight of the knife in her hand, she starts glancing around for potential fishy corpses to carve up.]
If it's something they ate, it might still be inside their stomachs when we gut them. [CSI: Akvos! For science!] What happened to the one that hit you in the face?
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Even though she asked for it, North is still momentarily jarred when he hands her the knife without a moment's hesitation. There is a whole ass second where the knife just lays in her hand, her grip loose as she wonders if he's an idiot. He surely must be an idiot, because no human with half a brain cell would willingly hand off a perfectly good weapon like this. God.
But he's a human, so what does she care? Once the second passes, the flurry of processes within her mind palace slowing down, she tightens her grip on the knife.]
... Next time someone asks you for a knife, don't hand it over so easily unless you're looking to die.
[That's all she says on the matter.
Testing out the weight of the knife in her hand, she starts glancing around for potential fishy corpses to carve up.]
If it's something they ate, it might still be inside their stomachs when we gut them. [CSI: Akvos! For science!] What happened to the one that hit you in the face?