[ gross... but probably not as gross as having a fingernail lodged in your brain. Slow Dancer shuffles her feet nervously as the creature slumps forward; Johnny is quick to give her a reassuring pat on the neck. Is he also doing this partially because he doesn't know where to look when he talks to Quetz? Maybe. maybe. he's like 90% sure she's not wearing a shirt, and he doesn't want to look twice to confirm, because that's rude. ]

No... you're good. It was hard to get a good shot in.

[ his nails are homing to some extent, but he needs to actually be able to see what he's aiming at. Trying to hit a small target like a monster eyeball is harder when it's charging after you. ]

... Was that Spanish? You from Mexico? [ of course, now he can't help but look up - but only succeeds in meeting her eyes for about a second before they dart off to the side. ] You need a coat or something...?