“Well I don’t see why I can’t come along!” Sea Cat said.
“I’m not saying that you can’t,” Garin said. “It’s just that you were wounded last time and should probably allow more time for that leg to heal.”
“Hey, who is the surgeon here?” Sea Cat crossed her arms. “My leg is fine; the stitches have been out for nearly two weeks!”
“Look, Cat, whenever one of us is injured you’re avid about us not movin’ about too much and letting our bodies heal,” Jacques chimed in, following Garin to the boarding ramp. “And no matter how much we protest you’re firm about your decision. Just because the tables have turned doesn’t make the situation any different.”
“No buts!” Garin says, smirking at the blond girl. “Sound familiar?”
“Ugh! Fine!” Sea Cat huffed angrily, throwing her hands up into the air.