Myitt shrugs. "That's fine, don't tell me. It's probably nunna my business anyway." She hiccups again. "Goddamnit! Ugh...see, he's trying not to look over here, the little bastard. Innit obvious? It is to me, and I ain't...uh, what's the human with the advice?"
<Ann Landers?> Tara suggests.
"Sure, Ann Landers, whatever!" Myitt exclaims.
Corliss sneaks a glance at his sibling and Terenia talking, feeling uneasy.
<What d'you reckon they're talking about?> Mike asks him.
<Us, probably,> says Corliss flatly.
<Get on, you're full of yourself,> Mike replies. <They've likely moved on to sports scores. Or the way that ****ing bounty hunter is over there confiding with Terenia's sister. God, it's bloody weird how similar they look.>
<See? You do like her.>
<Not as much as you, mate!> Mike laughs.
<That's not true,> Corliss says stolidly.
<Yeh, reckon it is though!>
<Is not...>