Severs is being extremely on-task. You can tell because she doesn't ask what a "passimian" is, because if that's some kind of asshole-simian portmanteau, it's about the weakest insult she's ever heard.
Doesn't mean she's not gonna object to anything, though.
"What 'rest of everyone,' buddy? I don't know any of you. I've got no reason to risk my scales on the off chance there might be some more total strangers stuck here." Not with her only backup being a guy with no weapon and some other guy who's too busy making hotheaded threats to notice his surroundings. Blind heroism and brashness do not sound like the kind of combination that lets her walk out of here unharmed.
She frowns, running through a quick check of the bag. Blanket, container of strange white powder, very tiny hairbrush... all useless. Knife? That's something.
"These idiot monkeys left me with my bow, my sword, my dagger. They even gave me a knife." In a cage made of wood and crudely-lashed rope? Downright laughable. Don't even need to put all those lockpicking skills to use when you can just hack your way out! But that particular idea begs the obvious question: what happens after all the noise and movement it takes to break out catches the attention of a half-dozen apes?
"We're pretty high up, though. Don't know if we can break out without being seen, exposed as we are. Instead of trying to fight our way to the gate, our best bet's probably to make for the open water. I don't know about you dryskins, but I can hold my breath much longer than any monkey can."
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Doesn't mean she's not gonna object to anything, though.
"What 'rest of everyone,' buddy? I don't know any of you. I've got no reason to risk my scales on the off chance there might be some more total strangers stuck here." Not with her only backup being a guy with no weapon and some other guy who's too busy making hotheaded threats to notice his surroundings. Blind heroism and brashness do not sound like the kind of combination that lets her walk out of here unharmed.
She frowns, running through a quick check of the bag. Blanket, container of strange white powder, very tiny hairbrush... all useless. Knife? That's something.
"These idiot monkeys left me with my bow, my sword, my dagger. They even gave me a knife." In a cage made of wood and crudely-lashed rope? Downright laughable. Don't even need to put all those lockpicking skills to use when you can just hack your way out! But that particular idea begs the obvious question: what happens after all the noise and movement it takes to break out catches the attention of a half-dozen apes?
"We're pretty high up, though. Don't know if we can break out without being seen, exposed as we are. Instead of trying to fight our way to the gate, our best bet's probably to make for the open water. I don't know about you dryskins, but I can hold my breath much longer than any monkey can."