Oh, good. So now they're all doing weapons, and someone else has to sweep in on their collective behalf! The lemur utters what can best be approximated as a world-weary sigh, sitting back on its haunches as the whole kerfuffle dies down.

"Are you quite done?" it says testily, tipping its head to one side. "I can't very well choose who shows up here, you know. You didn't materialize on the island proper, now, did you?"

No; they materialized on the rafts. A very important distinction, you see.

The lemur adds, eyeing off Guzma with the tonal equivalent of a delicately arched brow, "if I could, I might have picked someone with a more refined temperament."