"That is what she said." Hale replied to the being rolling around on the ground in laughter, before she turned back to Stew.
For some reason, the prospect of fighting Stew seemed to stir something. A desire. A desire for fists meeting fists, and a test of battle prowess. The thought made Hale grin, but she couldn't help but keep teasing. "Oh, I am not too worried." She replied with a careless wave of a hand. "If you bullet aim is any indication..." She cackled and swiped up some loot. "HEY!" She called out. "SMELL YA HEARTS LATER, YA!?" Using was Stew said once. Hale took off back into the fog.
