She really didn't have anything to argue against Jango's statement, since it was true. At the time of the chaos and panic though, she really couldn't think much on it, and afterwards, thought she had perhaps been hallucinating when she started to black out from the lack of oxygen, only for her to then start to be able to breath so that she could remain conscious in the midst of the fight. It still sounded crazy to her...but that didn't mean it didn't make sense. Having no comeback to dispute against his reasoning, she just remained silent in thought, since there really wasn't any other explanation that she could think of that didn't sound crazy, like having gills. Though she still didn't understand how or why.<br/><br/>Thankfully, it didn't seem like some secret she was going to be kept out on, and Frankie was the first to begin explaining what they were, and possible origins for how they came to have such abilities. It still sounded crazy. She couldn't deny that. But, it did make sense. As much sense as 'crazy' could make, she supposed. Her brows were still furrowed together, trying to keep up with the story and explanation since it was rather far-fetched, something bedtime stories were made up of.<br/><br/>When the two seemed to discuss who was going to show her their 'teeth', she grew a bit nervous. It was one thing hearing the stories, her brain could play along and pretend its real, or even believe it in her head. However with hard evidence in front of her...while she'd admit it would be hard to fully believe it without evidence of some kind, it also made the reality of the situation that much more real, and now. Her eyes fell back on Jango a bit nervously as he tried to warn her of it being scary, though honestly she wasn't sure what to picture. If this was all true, would his his whole head become a shark head? Countless questions ran through her mind as she patiently waited for some fantastical reveal, and while she was told what was going to happen, it was still hard to believe it, or to prepare herself for something like that.<br/><br/>At the sight of his jaw filled with shard-like teeth, her eyes widened a bit. If she wasn't speechless before, she certainly was now. It was only at Frankie's offer of the alcohol did she manage to compose herself somewhat, managing a slight shake of her head. She was already a bit buzzed from the earlier swigs to numb the pain of the stitches. It was then she just recalled that. How much had she drank? Maybe she was drunk. Maybe she wasn't just buzzed but full on off her ass drunk. But part of her knew that wasn't the case, even if it seemed the most realistic explanation for all of this. She couldn't really deny the impossible anymore, since everything they said made sense. All the little things in her life, coming to this island, her own breathing under water...it all made sense, and she couldn't deny that.<br/><br/>"So...." she choked out, her voice a bit shaky as she tried to collect herself again, letting out a heavy breath "So then" she started again, her voice a bit calmer this time as she collected herself "You're saying I'm one of those randomly chosen people who was deemed worthy enough?" she questioned, not thinking she was actually related by blood, which would be another shocker for her of the day when she did find that out. Though it wouldn't take her long to put the pieces together when she recalled her fathers notebook she had found with the mention of this island in it.