"Oh, hell yeah, tell me all about bones. Why do you need all these little guys?" Saxsice holds up one of the teensy bones, scrunching her nose at it. "They're just kinda...poky little things." Then she lets out a snort, setting the bone back on the pile. "Yeah, kinda hard to hold a sword with no thumbs."

The description is...weird. She's stuck on whether the space rock or the skeleton bit is more bizarre. It's kind of an all-around tie, Saxsice finally decides. "That's...huh. Yeah, that's nothin' like where I'm from."