[He thinks that's weird, well, just wait until she runs her tongue up the bloody side of her blade and sits back, sorting through the red film of memories the blood lends her. Lucien, she hears, and the viciousness of battle, and the sort of ruthlessness that seems different from the man in front of her--

No, wrong memories. That's Molly's (Lucien's?) memories, and not what she's here for. She pushes past them to the ones that smell of fish and hot jungle.

The tiger sharks aren't evil, just hungry. And angry that their territory's been invaded. And... confused. This isn't natural. This isn't balanced.

And Toby can do something about that.]

She opens her eyes and draws her dagger, slicing open her palm. "Head for shore," she says, then licks her hand. "I have a plan."