Raven's grateful for the interruption. As much as she wanted to talk about home, she much preferred to peer down at a tiny, little creature in minor confusion. She stood beside Jess, standing at her full height, before took a tiny step forward so she could focus on it before her. She didn't reach out to brush her fingers against the shell, unsure of what she was truly looking at at first.

She'd seen some snails back at camp. Whenever it rained, they seemed to appear, as if summoned by the claps of thunder and the water saturating the dirt. Glancing up at Jess with her eyebrow arched, she did her best to hide her smile. She hadn't had much time to appreciate the world around her once she'd landed. The rain had been something that had hugged her, and she won't ever forget it.

"It's weird looking," she said. Her gaze returned to the snail. "I like it's shell. Isn't he going to get knocked off if he stays there?"