[ This is... going somewhere very, very slowly. Ellana lifts her eyebrows a fraction, setting down the tray she's holding in hand with a gentle clink. The Stalker bashes against the side of its tank to a muffled thud, leading to her tipping her head it's way, eyes flicking toward it in speculation. She hopes that tank holds the creature, but what exactly is Ursula going to do with a live specimen?
... A fillet might be nice? ]
You might say I've grown fond of introductions over the years. [ A pause. ] That, and I'm terrible at nicknames.
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... A fillet might be nice? ]
You might say I've grown fond of introductions over the years. [ A pause. ] That, and I'm terrible at nicknames.