Scott couldn't help but smile as he heard her talk about the weapon she'd found. And just in case... His tongue slid across the top and bottom of his mouth, and he growled in frustration.<span style="font-style: italic">Damn, no teeth! Figures, what with me being an infant. But maybe...</span><br/><br/>He tentively felt the ends of his fingers and smiled, thinking<span style="font-style: italic">Good to know I have some way to fight if need be. But hopefully it won't come to that, because if I do have to attack, I won't survive. And worst yet, my mother will have to be dead, or at least severely injured.</span><br/><br/>He grumped as he thought<span style="font-style: italic">Man, what an awful time to be going through a literal second childhood. Wish I could be of some use to my new mom. Especially since she's caring and protecting me like this.</span>