The Floodlands a seal didn't bite your linus off, did it?

Thankfully, her asshat of a brother decided to not do the asshat thing, coming to meet her instead. Finley dropped to her haunches and breathed a sigh the moment she saw him approaching. She leaned heavily to her left so as to keep any pressure off of her aching hip, shutting her eyes to get all of her wincing out before Colt came near enough to see her. The plan didn't work too well - he was standing right in front of her when she finally opened her eyes. She frowned at him, suddenly uncertain of what to say for like... a second.. before she parted her lips to speak.

"Really bro?" Fin said, sighing wearily at him. She had thought she might yell or rage at him when the time came, but she was too exhausted for that. All she could do was ask him to confirm that this was indeed real life, and he had indeed gotten himself kicked out because he didn't like a bird.

The situation was overly simplified in her mind. But that probably went without saying.