[ If only Peacock had eyes, she would be shooting her own smug grin right over at Maki, though the bared teeth are more than enough to portray the feeling. Getting on this spoiled kid's nerves is far too fun for the hellion, and if there wasn't a dungeon to scale, she might have kept at it all day.

But, it's her duty as unofficial leader to get them moving, so she steps right up to the ledge, hands on her hips as she focuses her mana on the cliffside and distant shadows of creatures overhead. ]

Good thinkin'! I've gotcher backs, an' I vote lil' red here t' be the grappler! [ A small pause, as Peacock comes to realize that 'red' applies to, well, all of them. So her thumb points back inaccurately to the side of her where Luna is. ] Her, I mean.

[ No favoritism at all! And absolutely not treating Maki like an incapable child. Why, that would just be childish for someone of her stature, wouldn't it? And just in case any hope remained in Peacock wising up or maturing, she even shoots a sideways nonexistent glance Maki's way. ]

You can just sit back an'... do whatevah it is you prissy broads do.