"He's got good team, yeah? Got me Sascha -" Allison added, once she'd calmed down. Her head *ached* and she really wanted to crawl under a bed and die or sommat - shite, it weren't Sascha made her go bats? No - no, Sascha felt good in her arms, but not that good. It wasn't Sascha, so she didn't think it was the Scout's new team.
"Think we prob'ly ought to feed him, yeah? Better 'n your shite cancer-causin' cardboard'd make his wheels spin better, maybe."