Rex was silent for a long while. "You're... not afraid of me?" he asked, peering over the edge of the shelf. "Why?"

[I]She's one of three things[/I], The Voice said. Was Rex imagining things, or did The Voice sound almost... impressed? [I]Brave, stupid, or mentally handicapped.[/I]

"Considering she reads, Beastie," Rex whispered, barely loud enough for himself to hear, "I don't think she has a mental handicap."

[I]Then I say stupid.[/I]