She grunted at his comment.  Anime?  She had heard of it, and even watched some...but it had been many years before.  If his visage was supposed to strike some kin of recollection on her part, well, it had failed.  "No, you give us so many choices when you tell us 'it's dangerous to go alone'.  Why don't you add the obligatory 'take this!' to the end of that?"  Good.  Everything else might have changed about her, but she could still crank world class snark out without much trouble.  She eyed the dark stranger with hooded eyes.  The fact that she seemed so much weaker than the body she had been i before...whatever had happened...didn't seem to cross hr mind.  Perhaps it would have led to a slight, well, moderation of the sarcasm.  then again, Naive didn't moderate much of anything well.  It was a full meal ticket, all or nothing; you got the whole schebang or you got nothing.<br/><br/>She turned to Katara with a sickly grin on her face.  "I don't know how well my pride will heal when someone seems to have yanked it off and replaced it with after market parts."  She indicated the bits of her that were, well, either more round and bulging, or less bulging, than should have been the case. She shot a dark look at the stranger, then dropped to her knees, turning over the corpse the oter had deposited neatly on the ground.  "Only person that's going to be violated is you, Sherlock."  Struggling,  he managed to unclasp the buckle of the fellow's sword belt, and with a grunt of effort, she managed to pull it loose.  Strapping it around her waist, she took hold of the sword from where it lay on the ground.  It was...much heavier than it looked, and it required much more effort to lift than she thought possible.  All the same, she got it up with both hands, and made an experimental swing or two, careful to not stab Katara in the face while she was at it.  Ultimately unsatisfied, she sheathed the weapon and turned to face Katara.  "Name's Naive.  Used to be a dude, now I got boobs.  I can't say that won't be its own kind of fun, but perhaps we ought to follow Captain Jackass here and see what kinda cave of wonders he leads us to.  I have a few questions myself..."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Like the strange feeling that I am missing a part of myself...like I am missing some essential piece that makes me human.</span>Shaking her head, she huffed and turned to follow.  There were other mysteries too, of course.  The twinkling shards in her mind that made no sense, that, when whole again, she was certain would shed some light.  On something, anyway.  "So, anyway, Azrael...what gives?  How the hell did I end up here...well, how I ended up here.  Are we here to slay the Jabberwockie and save Narnia, or is this some sick acid trip?"