"It'd explain the use of our waste product. Since we've never seen --" Sakura jerked back from the tentacle, which didn't let go. Emotes were lost on her even on textual screens, so after a brief, "Let go," she raised her other hand and focused her chakra.

If Sta'c was going to play touchy feeling, Sakura was going to cut her way out. One swift, short movement of her hand, and she'd sliced into (and perhaps even through) the tentacle above where it wrapped around her wrist.

"I'm fine --"