Firestone Hot Springs life will be all like what.

brisbane can't help but feel a bit skeptical about the 'pretty sure it's safe' bit and he lets out a low, near inaudible snort. he can't help but retain his uncertainty about the pool of steaming water even as she explains that her mother used to live around here. that's real reassurin'. he states wryly, gaze of fiery twin suns studying the pool with heavy reluctance. staring at it doesn't confirm nor does it deny that it's safe but he takes into consideration that she's been pretty damn close to it for the entirety of their conversation and she appears fine. would the water have been toxic didn't that mean the fumes would be toxic too? and if the fumes were toxic surely they'd both have felt some sort of ill side effect by now. then again, he's no naturalist. he really has no idea either way, he's just grasping at straws by power of what strikes him as logical deduction.

he regards poe studiously for a moment, taking stock of her grin and the challenge she's presented him with. damnit. a sickening feeling twinges on the ruined half of his muzzle, as if his scars aim to demand when he'd ever turned away from a challenge? thus far? never. he built his reputation on cunning and his fearlessness in blackshark bay. beneath that, there's a raising desire to show off, to impress her. the slow smirk he gives her is devious to it's core as he watches her extend her arm to the water.

if brisbane was going to have his flesh melted off by possibly acidic water that smelled like ass he had no intentions of it being a slow process. without warning he launches himself into the pool and surfaces with a gasp of air. the water was pleasantly warm and he sinks down so his shoulders are submerged finding that it's not real deep. he didn't feel like his flesh was melting off of his bones which was definitely a good thing. how's that for darin'? he asks, shamelessly showboating.