That was serious, but it was a pretty funny mental image. Imagine being told that someone was gonna throw you a stuffed bird only to get whammed in the face by a furious swan or something. "How come the birds didn't fly away when they were thrown? I would."
He watched her warily, checking her body language. "Because you might. Because I've been here only a couple of days and my asshole sibling already found me and punched my goddamn lights out. You're here saying you think bone knuckle dusters are cool and that's her whole thing, bone powers, how do I know you don't know her? How do I know she's not sending people to hit me? I don't wanna get hit again."