Eyeing the fannypack in question, Lorna's laugh echoed over the bay. Even without explanation, anyone could tell that Pixie wouldn't be caught dead wearing it anywhere but to chuck things at the assholes who knocked her around. For one thing, it wasn't pink.
"So Pinkerbell, I was thinking," Lorna leaned against the strut and hefted a golfball in either hand. "You think those guys can swim? Because I bet I could shove one of these straight through the bottom of their ride."