Nita has a mouthful of shark-rito, so she just waggles the fingers on one hand in a little wave of acknowledgement.
She's finished her sashimi before Wash's own dinner is cooked, so she licks her fingers--it's charming when she does it, okay--and once again starts going through her backpack. At least this time she produces something Wash will approve of unequivocally: a magazine full of rifle bullets. She also grabs the rifle itself.
"Uh, might want to rinse off the stock. It's all sticky."
Blood does get sticky, but it's hard to tell what is exactly is coating the butt of the rifle underneath all the red sand adhering to it. Besides, blood would be way too normal a thing to find on a weapon Nita owns.
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She's finished her sashimi before Wash's own dinner is cooked, so she licks her fingers--it's charming when she does it, okay--and once again starts going through her backpack. At least this time she produces something Wash will approve of unequivocally: a magazine full of rifle bullets. She also grabs the rifle itself.
"Uh, might want to rinse off the stock. It's all sticky."
Blood does get sticky, but it's hard to tell what is exactly is coating the butt of the rifle underneath all the red sand adhering to it. Besides, blood would be way too normal a thing to find on a weapon Nita owns.