Yeah, okay. Your fluffy bunny's gonna be real handy taking down predators or monsters or bandits.

[Unfortunately for everyone around her, Clarisse has not yet figured out that that's not how it works in this world, which is much kinder than anything she's used to. There's an annoyed mutter of,] If I just had my bow... [a complaint which she makes often.

No comment on her Shuppet, who has nothing to say for itself, either, but instead just hovers back and forth between Clarisse and poor G'raha to make sure no one gets lost, especially as Clarisse instinctively slips back into sneaking mode.]