Neena was amused by his use of the word shite. "Practice makes perfect. Well, actually, mutation makes perfect apparently." Neena eyerolled. "St. Croix." Moving on, Neena cut up yet another apple slice. She ate while Jonothan 'thought' at her. "Love my iPod. If that roommate of yours ever snatched it from me, I'd go down to the lockers and go fetch my real guns myself."
Apparently any of her other possessions were relatively fair game, especially because Neena knew Remy well enough to get them back. But the iPod was one of the few things she didn't like other people messing with. It had all her jams!