"So far as we know, yeah seems pretty odd." For all they knew, sharks in this place all had weird gold marks on them for whatever reason. But it definitely twigged as a strange sort of detail to Fjord in the moment.

Entirely unaware of the assessment Javert had made, he might have been a bit amused at it- he was dishonest in a way, for all it wasn't in the manner the man expected. Any revelations would have to wait though- now that the mood had settled some, and attention was fully on the sharks, Fjord wasn't too keen to have grumpy attention back on him, especially not while they were basically locked in a small space together. Nope, not his idea of a good time.

"I haven't seen any threa-" He was cut off by a sudden flurry of movement as the shark seems to greatly dislike the idea of stitches, and all but scrambled to hide under Fjord's cloak, with him between itself and Javert, peering around his side with the same sort of side-eye one might get trying to coax a recalcitrant animal to take medication. "Well! Alright, stitches go in the 'maybe' column then. Not really like the cracks are bleedin' or anything..."

The half-orc just half-turned to peer down at the shark, smoothing a hand over the creature's head with a bewildered frown, yellow eyes studying the cracks thoughtfully.

"Y'know if you just talked this'd be way easier you little troublemaker."