(No codyage, that's a white American toddler... I guess I'll just have to work off Nubias' suggestions...)<br/><br/>"Really Zaida?" Jack asked in a mocking tone, "You really feel so threatened by me that you have to ask a dead fortune teller for advice? I didn't know empresses were such pussies. I intend on taking you to the amulet, considering I'll die if I don't. I'll probably die even if I do, but at least this way there's some hope of survival."