[ she turns off her oculars and sits back, letting nanami gather his bearings. she looks like her usual self, though her legs have been replaced by eight thick tentacles that match the color of her absurdly long orange hair. she's also wearing a long sailor dress with the help of her style upgrades just to cover herself up while she's in this form.

otherwise... she looks chill? possibly because the fight at sea is starting to come to an end. she's gotten some scars on her arms that she never bothers to hide, but they look faded than fresh. ]

I hit it before it got to me first. [ she shrugs. ] But I may or may not have gotten some nicks and scratches out there. Not as bad as yours, though.

[ it's actually almost pathetic how the baby shachimon are compared to the horrors ishmael had seen at sea before. but that's neither here or there. ]

Can you get up? It's not too far of a walk, but you don't have to put on a brave face for the both of us. [ just saying. ]