Gloria didn't even bother to look at the chair before plopping down on it and immediately winced, pulling the flattened bit of plastic and metal from under her. She examined it, then threw away, giving an exasperated sigh.
[color=fff79a][b]- Dude, you knov tat my skin 'as to be perforated by a frickin' [i]avl[/i] to drav blood for analyses, right? Next time use a nail or someting like tat.[/b][/color]
She lazily turned to the King and shrugged:
[color=fff79a][b]- Vhy not? As long as it's not to letal, I don't see anyting vrong vit 'itting eiter 'im, you, or anyone else 'ere in a spar. It's vhat ve do, no?[/b][/color]