Indigo turns toward the voice, blankly (haha, just kidding, her face is always blank) staring at the odd turtle-creature in curiosity and perhaps a bit of confusion. What is that thing...? Oh well, it can talk, so she might as well talk back.

"I don't need it, not really. But it might come in handy." If she waited until she needed things to grab them, she'd be up the creek without a paddle much more often than she has been. Something something preventions and cures?