Jane had never been one to dislike puns. Quite the contrary; she was incredibly fond of them herself, and was rather skilled in both their speed and delivery. But for some reason, those of the aquatic nature were becoming stale, and rapidly so. She shot Dirk a withering look with his words. "'Not bad', huh? You'd better watch it, Strider. I can feel my ego climbing by the moment." Her words were teasing, but her eyes remained locked to his own shaded gaze, swimming with unspoken questions. They would need to speak later.

Jane had to admit, her usually easygoing smile was a bit forced as she turned back to Feferi, doing her best to be polite. As confused (and, if she was honest with herself, a bit jealous) as Jane was by her presence, the overexcited woman had done nothing wrong save for buying her local botique out of all its pink sportsware. "I do enjoy fencing, but I actually prefer working with two handed weapons more. Tridents, bow staffs... That sort of thing. I'm a bit rusty with weapons, though. It's hand-to-hand combat that my father was most interested in teaching me, and what I am best at."