All, you old-time queens

"That doesn't say anything about the matter," Pump pointed out, as she took few steps back and scrutinized her pack-mate's facial features, trying to read them and understand him better. She couldn't help him, if he didn't want it, she couldn't make him feel better, if he refused to admit that there was something off within him. She was unaffected by Kennedy's demeanor. She had had plenty of down-moments of her own, she recognized the feeling of hating everything and blaming everyone for it and she also knew that it passed.

In the end she requested albeit politely: "Be more precise, please!"