        “Look, I’m sorry,” Daring loudly sighs/groans from across the room. You turn to face her and notice she is looking over at you, her helmet on the ground, her ears back, and wings ruffled. “It’s hot as shit out here. I didn’t think it would take more than two days to find all this bullshit, and it’s taken us almost two weeks. I’ve got a lot of my old enemies randomly popping up all over the place and I don’t know why. I’ve been dealing with a lot of shit and I’m just tired, okay? I know we aren’t really ‘friends,’ in the strictest way, but we’re in too deep to be falling apart now. So… sorry!”