Hotaru
the horrors you've seen do not define who you are
The stranger catches her eye long before she speaks, but Hotaru blinks and is admittedly taken aback by the forthright introduction; not that it takes her long to recover, smiling her trademark vixen come-hither brand of greeting that always seems to bloom regardless of whether she intends it flirtatiously or not. At least it's a clear indicator to most people what her personality is like. "I don't think we've had the pleasure, no. I'm Hotaru." And though their work isn't exactly conducive to conversation, she gives a cheery little wag of her fingertips as they go their opposite ways, committing the woman's name to memory in the meantime. Of course she gets the relative short end of the stick, but determination is something she has in spades. Though what remains is stubbornly frozen, Hotaru isn't above climbing further in with her petite frame and continuing to yank at it. She contemplates using her lightning to help melt the ice that helps it cling to the edges, but she's wary of setting off any kind of cooking or even radiating temperature into the meat itself. As such, she'll continue trying with muscle alone for now before she considers alternatives. Though she's not above using one of her daggers to help chip away at the ice in order to move things.
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Hotaru uses a dagger to chip away at the ice, and continues trying to muscle things out of the way for now.
