Saturday narrows her eyes, taking a moment to put together Guts' reaction and the Beast's. Then the corner of her mouth curves up, in what is too cold to be a grin.
"Nah. That'd get Guts going, right? And you don't go til he says you go, do ya? You go wild once he lets you out, but you can't go out til he opens the door."
She drops her hands, and her fighting stance. "I think I got this, Guts. Just keep a lid on the thing while we chat."
"Okay, buddy," she says to the junkyard dog - which is how she's starting to see it, almost, all cracked teeth and protruding bone. "So this is how it's gonna work. When Guts lets you out, I'm gonna be steering. An' you're gonna be cool with it, because if you're not, you're never coming out of that armor ever again. Guts won't let you. I know he won't. 'Cause if there's one thing he won't tolerate, it's rude fucking assholes thinking they're the boss of him. Right, dude?"
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"Nah. That'd get Guts going, right? And you don't go til he says you go, do ya? You go wild once he lets you out, but you can't go out til he opens the door."
She drops her hands, and her fighting stance. "I think I got this, Guts. Just keep a lid on the thing while we chat."
"Okay, buddy," she says to the junkyard dog - which is how she's starting to see it, almost, all cracked teeth and protruding bone. "So this is how it's gonna work. When Guts lets you out, I'm gonna be steering. An' you're gonna be cool with it, because if you're not, you're never coming out of that armor ever again. Guts won't let you. I know he won't. 'Cause if there's one thing he won't tolerate, it's rude fucking assholes thinking they're the boss of him. Right, dude?"
She's talking to Guts, now.