Chris watches the bramble-man take shape, her eyebrows rising. "Goodness Claire. Quite the imagination you have." Something about its jerky, stilted movement is vaguely unnerving to watch. And yet her own mind is already working on how she could help improve this thing.

She turns to look at Claire. "Perhaps if we can get it close enough to the kraken, I can set it ablaze with fire. Or detonate it, perhaps. A walking firebomb." Though perhaps the enclosed space of the house is probably not the best place to test that idea. "Well, we can discuss it afterwards."

She takes up a position by the door. "Once your bramble-man is in, I'll charge in after it. Follow after me once I've got its attention. Ready?"