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"Wait up!" He hollered after her, though she would most certainly not do any waiting up. And all of this yelling! He was making a tremendous task of publicizing their current positions, which was sort of a dick move, and much to Lusca's chagrin, the guy tow-lined on her retreat, loftily trailing after her as she made her escape into the asylum of the trees. 

"HEY YOU!" she squawked, breaking out from the bushes to face him; "march back over there and take your demise like a man!" She narrowed her eyes and straightened up, jutting her lower lip as an altogether unpleasant expression soured her features. "Do I look like an appetizer?"