Haizea is still squinting at her surroundings, trying to orient herself. Are there any visible exits? Anyone else actually here? Looks like probably not.

“I’m- Haizea,” she stutters a bit, taken aback a little. “You’re a monster, right? The fourth monster? Ain’t we supposed to fight right ‘bout now?” She tries to call Fumicq for a weapon, half expecting that not to work in this bananas situation.