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[14thcommander]

It's Hange, Hange, Hange! Were you looking for me? I'll get back to you posthaste. Or when it's convenient.

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[ninefox]

"Weight no, but there's a small amount of inertia."

Jedao drums his fingers. on the table.

"One of my strengths," he tells her, contemplatively, "Is a slightly uncanny ability to predict my opponents. But I don't know how well it would hold for creatures so far from human. Start with dumb ones and work my way up?"

[14thcommander]

“Let’s start dumb and small. I think smaller might be more dangerous in the confines of the barge - not that titans have any compunction against smashing down walls and crushing in doors, but my mobility would be at least somewhat hindered if I changed into a big titan while on board. A smaller titan would be able to traverse the halls easily.”

Plus, there’s the intimidation factor of battling a creature that’s thirty to forty-five feet tall. Jedao seems very confident, but Hange isn’t, so much - she’s definitely seen soldiers crack in direct combat with titans. A small one will give him some idea of what the behavior is like, without being so alarming in terms of height.

[ninefox]

"Fine," Jedao huffs, a little exasperated, a little indulgent; he sounds like a kid agreeing to wear a sweater on cold day. Fine, mom.

[14thcommander]

Very expressively, Hange rolls her eye.

“Good. I’ll pencil you in.”