Misha began on a snide comment but stopped abruptly when she heard a noise in the woods behind them. She locked eyes with Ambrose and nudged him, eyes darting in the direction of the sound. [i]Well, now that I'm unarmed![/i] she thought bitterly, sinking an exasperated acceptance that - if she had to - she would be weakly smacking at whatever attackers loomed with her weak baby fists. Babies don't fight well.