Varric wouldn't have called his own timing excellent up until now, but this girl has that in spades. She catches up easily - bloody long legs - and--

He skids to a halt at her words and looks back at where the critter is rolling over like an inconvenienced turtle...one that happens to have comically misshapen legs.

"If you can get me a shot at its underbelly, I've got it." He hefts Bianca again and loads up several arrows at once, some with nasty serrated edges, sharp backwards-facing hooks to make removing them impossible without causing real damage. He hasn't many left and doesn't use them often, but for this? Every little helps.

The words, 'are you sure' catch on the tip of his tongue - she looks totally unarmed, after all, and she's virtually going to have its maw in her face to do this. But he doesn't - he's not the expert on what she's capable off.

"Good luck," he says simply instead, and braces himself, raising Bianca's aiming module to eye level and getting ready.