[ She saves them both some time by not flat-out denying what they both know is true — or, at least, in Gojo's case, had a hunch was true. Maybe he was conflating fish and whales, but he recognized a killer whale when he saw one, and there's a reason she's one of those instead of a happy-go-lucky dolphin. ]

Oh, sure. And I'm a cat because I like tuna and taking naps in the sun. [ ...Both of those things are true, yes, but again — it's not as simple as that, and it's as clear to her as it is to him. Perhaps it's their similarities that make that so obvious. ] Sooo, killer whale, huh? You sound kinda proud of that. What do you usually hunt? Schools of little fish at the bottom of the food chain? Or something bigger?

[ She's free to take the analogy where she will, if she even takes it anywhere at all. He remains poised curiously with a hand tucked under his chin, gaze watchful and wary. ]