He guesses it is worth a chuckle, picturing a short guy like him trudging along the shoreline shoveling dead sea animals into a wheelbarrow. Kit chuckles some and lifts one broad shoulder in a shrug. "Hard to tell at this point," he admits, finishes off his cigarette, and chucks it down to the ground. He puts out the burning ember with one booted toe. "Once they've been out in the sun for long enough, they all just sort of look..." He pulls a face and makes a vague gesture with one hand. "...like melted versions of themselves. In soup." How appetizing.
Thus far, they still remain the only ones on the bridge, and with a haphazard glance around, he frowns a bit. "Think we should go looking for her?"
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He guesses it is worth a chuckle, picturing a short guy like him trudging along the shoreline shoveling dead sea animals into a wheelbarrow. Kit chuckles some and lifts one broad shoulder in a shrug. "Hard to tell at this point," he admits, finishes off his cigarette, and chucks it down to the ground. He puts out the burning ember with one booted toe. "Once they've been out in the sun for long enough, they all just sort of look..." He pulls a face and makes a vague gesture with one hand. "...like melted versions of themselves. In soup." How appetizing.
Thus far, they still remain the only ones on the bridge, and with a haphazard glance around, he frowns a bit. "Think we should go looking for her?"