[With them at the shoreline, Ranma wanted to keep lookout for any potential threats that may encroach onto the land. And any that do'll get a nice helping of his fist with their face... Which might happen sooner or later, but it might not be the sharkfolks who earn that pleasure. The teen spotted a redhead hunched over by the shore fiddling with something he can't see from this distance...
... Up close, he sees that, oh, that's a bomb. An explosive. Being tinkered with where people could just walk on up. That's nice.]
You sure you should be poking around with those? Do you know what you're doing?
[Hi Reno, you've got a nosy teen leaning down right by your shoulder. That's not going to startle him, will it?]
Lamp Oil, Rope, Bombs! (B2)
... Up close, he sees that, oh, that's a bomb. An explosive. Being tinkered with where people could just walk on up. That's nice.]
You sure you should be poking around with those? Do you know what you're doing?
[Hi Reno, you've got a nosy teen leaning down right by your shoulder. That's not going to startle him, will it?]