Eight's weapon of choice was the splatterscope, but she could use a slosher in a pinch!

"I'm fine..." She lied, choosing to forget the moment of weakness while fighting the monsters. She's following in step, only the heavy breathing she couldn't help serving as the only sign of how worn she was. "Kelp dome." She nodded, the vision of turf wars and rainmaker challenges and... ah...

"Nory..." She whispers. "...can I go home with you?" It was an impossible dream while she was an anchor, but if she dropped her SCA... maybe...