We're going to fight the world or we're dying trying

Well, she certainly had a lot to say. While he usually didn't give a damn about shit, Rivin was really trying to put in some effort here for him...though he still didn't understand why, really. He was a jerk flat out, and he highly doubted that was going to change anytime soon, if at all. But when she mentioned starting with actually fighting things, he was all in. Of course, he had to act like it was of no interest to him for a bit. Can't seem too excited, right? He watched her and listened, seemingly appearing bored and uninterested about the idea. But...a tiny part of him couldn't exactly leave her hanging. After all, she was here, trying to help him. Trying to help each other. No harm in that, right? "Alright...you've got me." He stood up, shaking the sand off his behind, but she was already moving. "Hey! Wait up!" Honestly, fighting a crocodile sounded fun...hopefully it would go smoother than the time he was ambushed by that big ass anaconda!

"Speech"