[Lenka does a last sweep of their surroundings anyway, just in case -- you know, stray Uvi, unstable architecture, wandering unhappy Palai, that sort of thing. It would be sort of ignominious to get beamed by a falling giant fish or falling debris after everything.

That done, he settles by Julius with a small huff of a sigh and a minor clank; contemplates his options, which are basically a somewhat bloody knife and a frying pan you really don't want to use for cooking for a while. If ever. The knife is getting wiped off on the lawn or something.

Everything smells like fish....]

They'll be back. [a bit resigned; he slants a look at Julius, thoughtfully] You're armed. I couldn't find good blades.