[ Boothill's hand is so much larger than Navia's that it takes a little bit of doing for her to turn it this way and that, running her fingertips over the segmented joints and the edges of the metal plates. It's fascinating--he is fascinating, radiating an easygoing but rough-and-tumble sort of energy.

Granted. The prospect of being bitten by that mouth of his is becoming more intimidating the more she learns about it. Her own body is a tender morsel compared to the hunks of metal he's apparently accustomed to chewing on. Maybe he'll be gentle and ease her into it? ]

If you eat bullets, then... are you a marksman? I normally carry my gunbrella around back home but of course I don't have it here.