"Guess I can't hate her too much, then, if she found us. I'll send her a fucking fruit basket." At the mention of the collars she grimaced. "I didn't know anything like those collars existed, I ... shit, how can people make things like that?"
They neared the doorway and Brenna could smell fresh night air. Nothing had ever smelled better to her. "How can they say that we're horrible animals when they treat us like that? They're the animals. They're the ones who should be collared and caged." She realized belatedly how much she sounded like Magneto and for the first time she felt she actually understood the man a little.