Right, well, then unless the boy asked, he wasn't saying anything. He'd already claimed to know jack all about rain forests. And the only place he'd ever seen monkeys was the zoological gardens. Where there was glass between them and him, as it should be.
Which was why he'd thrown the filthy animal in the first place. It could have been rabid or have AIDS or something like that. That and it had startled him and his natural reflex for something grabbing a limb when he wasn't expecting it was to get the bastard off and break something in the process.
At least Jamie hadn't tripped up. He was more graceful than Cathair had given him credit for. And in better shape. Which was a good thing, because he could still hear the screaming behind them.