Cissie laces her fingers tightly with Aqua's, nodding. She's not a fan of killing anything, even animals, even knowing they have to eat and it's a necessity of life here--and she's not so married to that ideal that she's willing to go vegetarian. But that doesn't mean she wants to do any hunting or killing herself. Maybe this would count more as fishing, but she isn't actually going to think too hard on it right now, since she's too busy watching the giant freaking crawfish to see if it's going to back off or not.

Unfortunately, the answer seems to be "or not." The creature retreats back under the waves, but she can see its shape, darker against dark waters, seeming to swim away... only to circle back towards them again. Cissie takes a step back up the shoreline, tugging Aqua back with her. Maybe if they're not too close to the water, it will back off--it can't possibly reach that far, can it?

But then again, maybe it can. She's never seen anything like this before, and she's not even familiar enough with normal crawfish or lobsters or shellfish to know how they behave. Her father took her mother out for a fancy dinner when she was five, and the bad shellfish he ate killed him; she's just not a fan.

Cissie reaches and picks up a rock. It feels like a small rock, but in actuality, it's more like a boulder. Thanks to their size, it feels like picking up a pebble. She takes aim and tosses it at the water behind the creature, hoping the noise and movement of the water will be more interesting than they are. "Maybe that will get it's attention..."