Good. Cause it wouldn’ matter an’ I mean it. I’ve been dead twice before an’ it ain’ tha’ bad… It don’ ‘urt no more. *gives a small sad smile before she shrugs it off and scratches the back of her neck* Seen sicker things than tha’, t’be ‘onest. *wrinkles her nose* Makes throwin’ dinosaurs at people seem pre’y lame. Sometimes I reckon science is scarier than a t-rex.

*smiles and shakes her head* Nah, yer don’ ‘ave t’matter abou’ me. It wouldn’ matter if I did get ‘urt, any’ow. So ya should prob’ly stop wastin’ yer time worryin’ abou’ any o’tha’. *furrows brows* Y’alrigh’? Weren’ any o’ya mates in tha’, were there?

*pouts and hugs him* Yer’d never ‘ave to worry abou’ anyone ‘urtin’ ya while I’m ‘ere. Cause yer me mate. An’ they’d ‘ave to try an’ stick plasters on where th’fuckin’ sun don’ shine. *shrugs and nods* I guess. At least they ain’ still throwin’ people at dinosaurs.

Yeah Blu, I know wha’ ya mean. *giggles* Ya don’ ‘alf dither sometimes. *furrows brows* A bodyguard? What d’ya need one o’them for when ya got me? *gigglesnorts* Plus yer sorta immortal an’ made o’fuckin’ fire. I don’ think tha’ constitutes needin’ a bodyguard.

*shakes her head again* Er, nah, I pre’y much ignore actual school shit. I’d guess tha’ I’m the worst studen’ ever, then I remember tha’ I’m not Angel. *giggles and nods, standing out of the way* Sure. Yeah. There’s fuckin’ ash trays everywhere but when ain’t there?