[you are being side-eyed so hard right now Heather. Cheryl. whoever you are.

But she's kind of deducing it has something to do with that whackjob, druggie cult.]

Interesting choice of nickname. But I guess I can wait until then for an explanation.

[a pause, and she carefully removes the Zubat from her shoulder as it's starting to twitch and whack her in the face with a wing.]

Speaking of, where are we meeting up when you're done and rested? This place is a whole lot larger than the last town.