"Oh, I see, I got it twisted," Haizea shrugs. Wouldn't it just be easier for Eight if he explained more? Everyone's got their quirks, she supposes. "We'll kick that dummy's ass then. Or whatever it's got in place of an ass," she finishes with a grin.

"Did I drop in just when you were 'bout to get dinner? Sorry 'bout that, I'll clear out." And go... where? She's still not entirely sure where she is or how she can get out of her.