Cerulean Cape In Nobody's Eyes, but Mine

To... smash it open? Tahoe observed with dubiety as the woman retrieved her chosen rock. With an effortless maneuver, the crustacean was uprooted from its spot, then made the fatal decision to flee. The woman followed, trapped it, then dropped her heavy stone upon it, seemingly killing it. Skeptical of such a feat, he furrowed his brow at her, then walked over for further inspection. The crab was most definitely done for, the rock had indeed smashed the creature beyond recovery. Though dying, it wasn't officially dead. McBride watched with perked ears as the crab's legs still spasmed with movement out from under the partial cover of the stone. A low growl escaped him as he bent downward, nipping at the legs to potentially stimulate a coordinated reaction in the dying being. The action was met with no resistance, as the crab's legs had grown limp, either in deathly exhaustion, or it had gone the step further and already died. As absurd as her methods were, the stranger's technique was remarkably effective—he'd give credit where it was due. 

Tahoe's attention flicked up to her. Now, where'd ya learn a thing like that?