"Then that makes one of us."

Malachite closes all her eyes, gives a long petulant groan, and drops the rest of the way onto the beach among the rubble. Granted, there's a bit of a tremor when she does, but even a giant angry torso monster has to look a bit less intimidating lying on her belly in the sand.

When she opens her eyes again there's something a bit different in them, still defiant but less spiteful; searching. She brings one hand forward, moving slowly as if the mechanics of it are unaccustomed, and extends a pointer finger longer than Peridot is tall. It's going on top of Peridot's head. This could be considered a last test or threat or intimidation, but no part of Malachite really has any illusions that Peridot is going to duck out now. As easily as the little gem could be crushed into a fine powder, all she's getting is her hair mushed down. Honestly, there also aren't a lot of more complicated gestures one can pull off at this size difference.

But, then, there are a lot of things she can't do because she's like this. That's also the whole problem. Oh well.

When she speaks again she finally sounds a bit more like Lapis. "You're really just going to accept this, huh?"