"Oh, he'll probably give you a lecture about being impulsive or careless, or who knows what else," Felicia said, brushing her hair off her shoulders and noting that limp. She didn't comment on it, however; she definitely wouldn't want anyone to if it were her. There was a certain level of dignity to keep in mind.

"I've heard it before. Maybe he'll mix it up a little." She turned, beginning to head back the way she'd come. She sounded almost amused at the prospect. "He loses it at the drop of a hat sometimes."