Pyrrha raises an eyebrow. Chrollo gives off that director vibe. Get things kicked off and running. Perhaps not this. Something. Something not entirely serious.

She finishes treating the last of the crabs and monitors the pot, occasionally sticking her truncheon like weapon, previously a spear, into the pot to stir things around. It's better than a lot of battlefield cooking.

"Coldblood jewelry's available all through Trench. Easy enough to obtain," Pyrrha eyes Chrollo thoughtfully, "as for the rest, you'd get best results from repeatable experiments of solid design. Otherwise it's anecdata."

She grins, "I don't scare easily, unless there's heavyhanded Pthumerian influence."