Eight can tell he's still making Keni nervous, though he's a bit confused as to why. He disarmed, he introduced himself, he doesn't think his body language is intimidating...There can't be another reason to be scared of him, is there? Ultimately, deep down, he's just an octopus.

Maybe they're just more anxious around strangers than Eight is. Or it's just scary to be in an apartment block with no power and no idea who's a friend or foe at first glance.

Still, they're talking. Asking questions. That's good, right? He might be able to put them at ease.

"Right. Like the number," Eight nods. "It's...a long story." He'll tell it if prompted, he actually kind of likes how inquisitive humans are. Some squids will hear him say that and not even blink.

He continues. "Inkbrush, yeah. Octoling bodies produce ink that we can use for fighting." He nods towards the tank, full of bright yellow ink. "I'm trained in all kinds of ink-based weapons, but I prefer brushes."