"Or tridents, mostly... don't know if they actually make those themselves, though..." Wishing he could scratch his neck because it's feeling itchy but not daring to take either hand off his rifle, Cloud frowns and shakes his head, "don't think so? They can be clever, but..."

It wasn't impossible, but hardly something anyone paid any attention to.

"No one's bothered to find out, I suppose. They're really only a problem if they settle in a sewer, and there's worse things around." Squinting into the shadows, Cloud weighs the option of asking Victor to turn the headlamp off to give them better night vision, or keeping it on. Turning it off means they'd have to adjust... probably not a good idea.