cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Remi

Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun

I pick you for Pictionary or cherades Remi would say if he were able. Instead, the best he could do was blink intentionally up at Isla as if that might be able to communicate both his appreciation as much as her correctness.

Listening to what she proposed and finding nothing wrong with it, at the mention of calling Ronin, the wendigo stiffens. Or well, mentally he does. If you call Ronin he's going to ask how this occurred, and if we say we double-dosed me he'll ask why. He'll ask what happened. For all of Isla's cleverness Remi isn't sure that his half-blinks will communicate as much as he needs them to. "..ood i'ea?" Hoping for his voice to raise at the end enough to indicate it was a question and not confirmation, Remi let his eyes fall closed for a moment as his brain beckoned him toward unconsciousness.

Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!