She hisses back, but her grin remains. She wouldn’t hurt her friend’s friends. Not Logan’s, at least. She’s not stupid.
Her hands touch hers, full of mud and dried blood.
“Nah, I j-j-just needed some time alone, b-back home”.
Alligators — Sid and Nancy. They hiss, as if telepathic. Friends.
Logan bends, as if too coo and coax over a cute little rodent.
“I did. Thought you up and died. Silly me, huh? It’s good to see you.”