[She looks amused at that. It's just blood, sheesh!] Suppose it is, eh... messy. But, get used to seeing blood, suppose, when in the wild. [And the ocean is wiillldd.] But also suppose it is different, animal and other people...

[She looks pensive a moment; she'd never given much thought to the bodies she'd left in the wake of her escape, and she didn't care much to do so now. Forcefully pushing the thought aside before it can creep in any further, Oona leans over unceremoniously to touch his hair and grin]

Yes, yes, very strong! It is pretty hair, and you are very pretty boy. My sisters would fight over you, for sure!