Laura watches Fuuma punch the naga "'Ee ought to put a message on backwards On t'  gauntlet." She grins "Like "Leave I alone" or "Piss off". Sear the message into their forheads... tha'll make 'm think twice." S<br/><br/>he chuckles, taking a huge portion of various fruits and vegetables. Her meal weighs about the same as your average human, or maybe even more. "'Course, you know tha' if I does end up with 'ee inside I... I'd be straight t' the rebuilder. You'm didn't judge I. Showed me tha' humans could be nice. I'd get 'ee reformed quick as a flash"<br/><br/>She watches Jakob slide to a halt at their feet. "Afternoon." she says politely as if he'd just walked up to her, a merry twinkle in her eye.<br/><br/>((This is an odd little quirk of the Westcountry peoples. They seem to be able to take the most unusual things in their stride. Someone could fall from the sky wearing bright blue latex and a tin-foil hat, and the response would be a polite "'Lo friend, how be on."))