Sela nods, perhaps in approval of the name, perhaps in answer to the question.

"Ahh he's just not listening to me, the little shit. Fishsticks! Sit! Sit, boy!"

There ensues a brief battle of wills between the glaring brigadier and the still-trundling-in-place shark. Sela growls, and then... sits down on top of the shark, bearing the body down to the ground despite the stubby legs. (The shark shows no distress or discomfort at this.)

"I said SIT. There. There's a good boy. Just toss it here, aye?"