She whipped around when she heard Reno ask if it was Zack. She had a pair of hawk eyes, true, sharp enough to make her a deadly marksman with Rekka, but the blob was still too far for her to tell. "I don't know," she said between breaths, stabbing a sahagin in the stomach and tearing it open so she wouldn't lose time in trying to pry it out. Cissnei collected the dropped items and downed a potion, quickly discarding it. Some of the mu bites stung, but it wasn't something she couldn't deal with, and the burns from the dark bombs were mostly healed by now. Her count was somewhere in the mid-twenties, roughly, when Reno paused to ask about the distant figure.

Using a dead mu's pelt, she cleaned off the blood as she walked over to Reno. "You think it's him?" She spat a little clot of blood aside, trying to make out if it really was Zack or not. She pursed her lips for a moment. Well, this was embarrassing. Zack had seen her in her perfect uniform and in a swimsuit, but never like this. Between being half-naked on a beach and looking and smelling like yesterday's trash, this was the more embarrassing of the two. Gross. Bath salts, she told herself mentally. Lots of them.

"Get anything worthwhile? I got a few of these," Cissnei informed, holding out several items similar to the crank she used before, but smaller and probably with weaker magical powers.