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They split up. Good, good. Violet brought Golet out again. The big guy could help with the cleanup too. He might not have been very good at hunting these things down, but carrying them about? That he could do. Gleefully, even. Though it was hard to tell with his visage being as hard as stone. But she could tell. Or, at the very least, she thought she knew and made her assumptions based on that. That was probably fine as well.

Not like anyone other than her actually cared. Frosmoth continued to punt down stragglers for the time being, which left her to slowly and carefully put Zubats back in. Just in case they were not completely knocked out and would start to flap in her face.
Fortunately, they didn’t. “Good job there,” she told the other. And for once, she mostly meant it. This lady had handled the situation rather well on her end. But Violet decidedly did not frame that as anything astonishing or out of the ordinary, but kept it short and simple, as she assumed the other would want her to.

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The wince did not go completely unnoticed. Despite the other’s strong and staunch façade, she did not seem to have a penchant for violence, or at least unnecessary harshness. That probably made being in Rocket difficult for that one, sometimes. It was rather easy to try and disconnect yourself from the organization and its methods, as long as one did not do it themselves. This woman probably would have had an issue or two if it all came down to killing these Zubats, rather than just handling them.

Violet was a bit more…accustomed to harsher things. Ranger training was no picknic in the park, after all, and father had made sure to show her the grim realities of the job. She had rejected it in part because of that, but that did not mean it had not coined her in some fashion.
But for now, she simply stored that titbit of information about the other for potential later use. “Certainly. If you ever need help with anything, feel free to hit me up,” she replied with a slim smile, before making sure that the crate was all sealed, before letting the Emboar carry it. “If you would like, I could handle the debrief. Then you can get to bed earlier.”