[Jesus. Noa's mannerisms, when paired with his snaky countenance, had always made it easy for Amanda to gloss over the fact that she works for a kid without much trouble. But now? This is a goddamn child in front of her, and everything's become more awkward and uncomfortable.]

The hell were you thinking, not having a secondary mode of entry? You never know what might happen. What if I'd injured my wings recently, what would you have done then?