Maybe we should hang them at every entrance so someone's adequately warned before they get in here. Or leave buckets like these as a little added bribery since snacks tend to work on just about everyone.

[ Claude included, of course. Buri's reaction to being menaced with said treats that aren't in his reach (yet) gets a grin from him, though that grin freezes on his face at Hilda's follow up question. Where to start in answering that. For a moment he's in a labyrinth holding an axe that doesn't belong to him, and then he blinks and he's back watching Buri's impatience getting the better of him and snag what's on the skewer Claude's holding out.

In reality probably only a couple of seconds go by, but that's still too long to let that question hang out there. ]

Are you saying you wouldn't even try to create a new arm for me? That hurts, Hilda. [ Claude looks pained while saying this, as if he's well and truly hurt by the very notion, though he busies himself with finding another chunk of meat. ] I guess I'll do my best to keep my arm attached where it belongs since you can get hurt in here. On the plus side you can just leave the Horizon and come back to get rid of it, so that's a benefit over, say, stubbing your toe while walking somewhere around Cadens and just having to suffer through it.

[ Because it's totally a minor injury he's avoiding talking about. Nothing to see here. ]