[Roy doesn't answer immediately, waiting for the tentacle to slide past her, seeking out her voice or her movements or some other sign of her presence that he doesn't understand.]
[WHOCK! His sword lops through the tentacle with a noise midway between kicking a bucket of Jello and chopping through a pumpkin. A second writhing, twitching arm drops to join the first one in the boat.]
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[WHOCK! His sword lops through the tentacle with a noise midway between kicking a bucket of Jello and chopping through a pumpkin. A second writhing, twitching arm drops to join the first one in the boat.]
Roy Greenhilt. It's nice to meet you.