The Sentinels Whispering words,

Gull? Grandma? Sunhawk's ears turned full mast ahead, his eyes widening.

His grin split into a high-headed laugh, which resolved into a whimpering wheeze as his ribs sharply reminded him that such efforts came with hard repercussions.

While he was laughing Umbra was fuming. That's about typical of what he's come to expect of the kraken, but any nudge he might have aimed her way was quickly shelfed when she scathingly replied to Lionel. Oh, this could be good - but Sunhawk wasn't ready to rally for fight number three.

What was with Umbra and fighting? It was like she had a scuff-finder attached to that big old snozz of hers. Sunhawk shifted and prepared to fire his retort. "No, she's your fuckin' babysitter." Grin. They were just joking around anyways, right? Except for Umbra, maybe... Gal was wired pretty tight, alright. "Anywhoos.. pleased to meetcha, Lionel. As you can see, we've gotten [b]pugilistically pummeled to the nineteenth degree. You aren't the type that keeps a medic around, are ya?"[/b]