You turn to Princess and ask her what should be done, commenting that her regal name must surely leave her the most qualified to make such a decision.

After tripping on her words for a few seconds, she remarks that she thought you were The Leader and she was just The Lancer, to which you scoff. You’re obviously the Action Girl and she’s the Deadpan Snarker. Amy seems to take offense to this, believing she’s the action girl, but offers no explanation for what everyone else is. She may not understand the conversation taking place here.

You have a sinking suspension that Amy’s The Big Girl, specifically a Cute Bruiser. Though you can’t shake the notion that she may turn out to be an Anti-Hero of some kind.

Twist reminds everyone that this conversation doesn’t matter. You’re obviously the Ragtag Bunch of Misfits and there’s probably more at stake here than anyone yet realizes.

You secretly hope that Twist turns out to be the Team Mom. You’d even settle for The Chick. Just as long as she doesn’t wind up being The Load.

Though now you’re left wondering who The Smart Girl is.

With all the time that’s passed, you’re fairly certain now that the giant doesn’t know you’re there. You could take command, or ask someone else what to do.