"You have the eyes, I have the ammunition. That's what we agreed, Space Brains," she was ultimately just worried about him, but she wasn't so sure how to just say it. Or show it. Or just express it without it being confused as something else entirely.

"Just be more careful," she ordered, almost in tandem with the other. She cocked an ear to him before ignoring him again.

She still wasn't too happy with him.

Shorty, her fat, flying fanny.