What in Oz—
To murder someone.
Haha, I’m not a freak anymore, I—
I’m pretty handy with a plasma pistol. And a spray bottle, as I’m sure you know.
Scalpels, too. I’d like to think I’m fairly versatile.
The spray bottle does not count.
The rest is…unsurprising.
It does count. I could have to fight a witch.
You never know.
<Grins back, absentmindedly twiddling one of her own curls> That is, after all, what I am here for.
Wonderfully, actually, though I fear the humidity may get to my hair soon— I do much like the change of scenery, I must admit. It is so nice to feel solid ground once more.
It is, isn’t it? <glances at their surroundings> While being in outer space was quite the adventure, it’s comforting to be back on my feet, as it were.
And don’t fuss so much about your hair, we’re in a different world entirely, for Oz’s sake— it’s not like anyone is going to recognize you.