Wrench breathes a sigh of relief. He tries not to always pay attention to the texts that appear in his periphery, but it's hard to ignore the easiest way they all have of communicating when the messages refuse to fade if not acknowledged. He'd thought he'd seen a message from Nanaue pop up from time to time, and while he doubts the shark might count it among his most favored means of making himself understood, it's a good thing to have.

A good reader indeed. Wrench gives the tall shark a thumbs-up, wondering if it's a gesture he's familiar with. The gesture at the container draws his attention to what he's been working on.

Me drink? No. Gods like blood, right?

Wrench regrets the question almost as soon as he's asked it. He doesn't know what Nanaue might know or be able to share about the Gods, but he's shown more of his hand than he might have liked to.