Personal feelings shouldn't be involved when it comes to battle, Scott said. He would have frowned if he could have, as it was all he could do was glare and look rather mean. Useful, if not very expressive. We're supposed to be a well oiled machine. That didn't happen. We went to seed out there. Nothing worked the way it was supposed to. I hate to say it, but Sun was the only one who got anything done.
Scott gobbled down the rest of the meat and then reached back to scratch himself. It wasn't at all polite to do so while eating, he knew, but he was a canine for the moment and he was itchy.
How was your trip? He asked her after a moment of swallowing.