Oh, boy. Big, ugly, and stupid. Lina makes a face as he roars, little hairs raising on the back of her neck at the screeching noise, but she's far from intimidated. She lets out a little laugh as she flies a little closer, her hair trailing behind her.

"Grimlock, huh?" She sounds kind of amused, and she kind of is. Grimlock hasn't really made her angry, yet. Right now she's kind of looking forward to kicking his butt. She hovers in midair in front of him, arms crossed in front of her chest, but she lifts a hand, waggling her fingers at him.

"All right, Grimlock, here's how this is going to go. We can do this one of two ways." Lina holds up two fingers, smirking at him, although she's also taking the chance to look him over and see if she can discern anything about where he came from just at a glance. Where did he come from? TRIDENT's not an unreasonable bet, but she needs to know more. "Either you can surrender now and tell me everything you know about where you came from...or," she adds, her voice growing savagely cheerful, "you can try to put up a fight and I give you the Lina Inverse special. Either way, I win! So what's it gonna be, big guy?"