Fortescue keeps her flamethrower close as she follows the two hunters, clicking her tongue lightly at Jazz. He'd jumped off to investigate the remains of the tent but, at her command, leaps and climbs back up to her shoulder, peering intently into the woods around them.

"Interesting." She keeps her tone quiet, but audible. So they can hear something if it tries to sneak up on them. "I'm fairly certain that being a cannibal won't turn you into a monster, where I come from. Clearly your rules here are very different."