Knowing she didn't plan to tell anyone was a relief but the awkwardness really left the room when Kairi began asking about the tribe and their shark spirits. Frankie immediately puffed up proudly. Great whites could be a little snobby about their species. "I'm a great white," she said, allowing her teeth to show for effect. Triangular, serrated rows appeared in her mouth, her skin darkening, her chest and chin turning pale. "We're the best," she stated jokingly.<br/><br/>Jango rolled his eyes. "I'm a shortfin mako. That's why our teeth look different. Mako's are mackerel sharks. Smaller than great whites but much faster."<br/><br/>"Yeah and you're all scrawny stick figures," Frankie said jeeringly.<br/><br/>"Scrawny? Look at this washboard! I'm not scrawny!" Jango retorted. He had discarded his shirt before going out on the jetty and hadn't retrieved it in his haste to get Kairi help.<br/><br/>"Nice six pack," said Frankie, lifting her shirt and flexing her own stomach. "Got you beat though."<br/><br/>"Whatever. All you great whites are meatheads," Jango said, waving his hand in dismissal as he returned his attention to Kairi. Think of your shark like your spirit animal. Most of us go through a ceremony where we learn what shark we are when we're kids. Until then, we don't manifest teeth or skin color or any other unique attributes. Once we undergo the ceremony, we start showing differentiated characteristics like my teeth and speed and Frankie's strength and ego." He shot her a grin which she responded to by flipping him the bird. "What you do is you go in the water and wait and a shark will come find you. That's how you know. Sometimes sharks come from all over the world to answer Nakiki's call to help a Malie learn who they are."