If there was one thing that was boiling Germ's ass it was the growing number of members in this party, let alone the universal frowns emanating from their faces. Now normally they'd just flip them the bird, punch pretty boy in the nuts, and high tail it out of there. [i]But[/i] the middle of two armies is decidedly not the best place to start burning bridges, so instead they just deepened their frown and bit their tongue. It was then goggles showed up, and it was an underwhelming entrance.  The weapons she chose for herself matched her like ham and peanut butter, badly. She didn't carry herself well either, she didn't belong in this mess. 

That thought doubled when a kid showed up, [i]"Jesus Christ are you serious? Whatever you guys are yapping about needs to STOP! We need to get this kid out of her [b]now[/b]!"[/i] The yelling had a hint of desperation behind the glass and sandpaper. Germ didn't give much of a shit about these other boobs, but a kid was something else entirely. No child was going to get killed under their protection.