<blockquote class="uncited"><div>Halvorson smirked. "No problems there," he said, pulling four out of his belt. O'Toole sighed with relief. Halvorson looked at Baz. "First or last, buddy?" he asked. He sniffed at the hole. "Smell like home?" He gave Baz a nudge. </div></blockquote><br/><br/>"My kind aren't sewer rats..." Baz growls. "We are... wild. We're mountain rats." He sighs. "Back where I come from, sewers ain't around. We're Highlanders... Clanspeople. Not vermin"