[ She does flinch slightly, though it's much more about the smell than the sight. And somehow, despite asking the question and fully expecting an answer, it's still surprising to hear a human voice speaking English come out of that mouth.

But oh. Oh no. That's actually... kind of cute, that it would be disappointed to miss a party. She's sure that it's because of things like SpongeBob and Finding Nemo that she pictures this enormous, terrifying beast in a little party hat, but. That's the image.

Christ. ]

Oh, honey. No. [ Her voice instinctively becomes more delicate, gentle. Like she's finding it a bit precious, while also trying to keep it on the calm side. It's a shark. ] Not a party. It was -- there was an emergency, so they set up tents for medical and supplies. Everythin's okay now, though.

[ Which is kind of an overstatement, but whatever. She's talking to a fucking shark with legs. ]