Grevyn was now in a cage in the trunk, so she decided to listen to the human conversation in the cab in front of them. A boy was in the back with them, but he was staring right ahead with big black eyes, eyes nigh obscured by his heavy bangs.
When the conversation in front came to a halt, she began to listen to the crunching, bouncing gravel on the road beneath them. Anything was more interesting than Foster.
“Someone who can’t fly, and therefore cannot hurt me,” Riski said, smiling cheekily. “Are we gonna get a move on ‘er not? We’re not exactly in a safe position here and I’m gonna abandon you all if you don’t stop playing stupid.”