Firefly Ravine we need to find out where robosnatch is keeping her time machine

ingram glanced back at the object in question: his tushus. when his gaze roved back to furi's darkened muzzle he caught the wisps of a fleeting smile. her feeble smile and halfhearted joke was enough to encourage him; give an inch, and he'd take a mile -- with an exaggerated playbow he wriggled his tail in the air and stated matter of factly: "it's a good ass."

and then, without ceremony, he promptly sat on his prized heiney -- a grin still clinging to his loosened gums. "how is she?" by she, he of course meant rose -- but he had never gotten her name in their hectic, night-borne scheme.