Noctisardor Bypass instead of ordering an uber, we ordered a goober

Her words halted him. Druid watched him turn around slowly, the look on his face suggesting he smelled something unpleasant. She wouldn’t be surprised if that was true. She imagined there were feces clinging to her coat, her own and everybody else’s.

I have no hope of catching up, she said by way of answer, pointing her dark muzzle at the foreleg she held off the ground. What’s the matter? Druid asked in the next breath, eyes tracking over his sour expression.