Holy shit. Holy shit, holy SHIT, she's riding a tiger! It's awesome! She can just imagine her braid flowing majestically behind her and god, she wishes there's a camera somewhere capturing this moment. Now THIS is the heroic entrance she deserves.

There's a job to do, though, and the details are a bit muddy."Craydon? I think??" she sputters, trying her best to sound confident. Maybe next time she should pick up all the information she can before storming out like that.

Thankfully there's a perfect person to call for the info she needs: The Princess. She digs out her phone from one of her pouches, and dials Luka up.