Broken Boulder the soul serene

I'm not asking them, though, Queenie growled, slightly annoyed and on the verge of tears (not sad tears, but frustrated tears, y'know?), I'm asking you because you're supposed to know, Del. All that I think about is those stupid, god-forsaken borders and the laxadaisy patrollers who watch them. There was a pause as Queenie thought to herself, heart dropping en route, There are patrollers, right? 

Please, for the love of God, tell Queenie that there is someone gaurding the border within which she about to literally give birth; it would be a bad day for the Singing-St. Clair duo if Delight was to admit otherwise.