As the others spoke, she ignored them; there words were nothing to here when there was such a series of scenes upon the wall to examine, and the flaking paint to pluck at with her bloodied fingernails - until the man with the muscles like shipboard ropes put himself in front of her, and her fingertips tailed out of Anastasius' hand to fall to her side.<br/><br/>Her head cocked, looking him over as he spoke and grinned, and without warning leapt onto him - legs wrapping around his waist and arms around his shoulders, mouth snapping just before the end of his nose - a strange sight and sound, coated with dried blood as her chin was, and with a space where her two front teeth should have been. There was not the clacking sound of tooth on tooth that there should have been.<br/><br/>It was like jumping onto a tree, the image flickering through her mind even as she let go to drop lightly back to her feet with a tittering laugh, of his feet melding into the floor, long hair and thick arms all arching up and away and sprouting leaves like a tree in new spring.<em>"We'll hang a swing from you,"</em>she uttered through her laughter, her words still in her own language, comprehensible to the other man and amazon.