Bigger, Better, Stronger

The lobster clacked her claws at both men as her feet rapidly pattered as she moved to face first Remi then Ronin. Unlike the two of them, she didn't know anything about her unusual origins or about the events that had just transpired. All she knew was that she was alone and frightened and very much wanted all this excitement to go away and perhaps to find a cool dark pool of water somewhere. Unfortunately, she apparently wasn't going to get her wish, as the dark haired man leaned forward to speak to her. The fair haired man didn't move forward, and the lobster looked at him as if daring him to make a move. When that didn't happen, the lobster turned to Ronin, staring at him with those adorably beady little eyes of hers. While she didn't like all the hubhub, something about the man's voice was strangely soothing. Obviously, she couldn't understand him, since, well, she was a lobster and they weren't exactly known for their higher thought processes. Even more obvious, it wasn't turning back to the echo, not now, maybe not ever. However, the lobster reached out with one claw and carefully clamped it around Ronin's nose, which was conveniently close to the counter. She shook it gently, as if to claim ownership, then settled down somewhat. While she still watched Remi with wary eyes,  she'd apparently decided that Ronin, at least, was not a threat. It looks like Ronin has succeeded in winning the lobster's trust! What a strange little creature it must be. Congratulations!