Flycatcher Downs did you bring your knife? yes sir!

The long and sloping head turns as she hears a male voice parrot her sister's words. He poses a knife-like question, and even though it is not completely directed at her, Jasny frowns. Its more of a micro-expression. It dissappears with the furtiveness and speed of which it had appeared. "We happen to know a fair bit about the kind, yes." she says, her voice pleasant. There is a beatific smile on her face, a child's smile, both parts gum and teeth.

She levels him with a look in her eyes and a tilted head which suggests something like would you happen to know much about those as well? would you? Upon closer inspection, one would find both sanity and insanity swimming in the depths of a liquid black pupil.