[There'd been a brief moment of concern that she might be outvoted and have to face down the decision of either stubbornly going off on her own to save pride, or reluctantly slink after her companions.

Thankfully that didn't seem to be the case here, and Oona's in a pretty good mood once her and Cinder head out towards the monster noises.] Wonder if they will be big. ['They' being the monster(s) of course. She's rather grateful she'd invested in a knife sometime prior to these tours--it'd be rather embarrassing to get to this point only to have to point out she had no means of defending herself unless they were near a body of water.

(What she wouldn't give for her fangs and claws again...)]

Ah, right. Name is Oona. [She hums pleasantly.] Am glad you sided with me. Would rather have pretty faces on my side. Assume you can fight well too.

[Because clearly there is no wrong time to compliment and flirt with pretty people. Sorry Cinder. Oona's shallow.]