The Pack's Dragon
He said to her.
“What are you thinking, Lee? Hippy or prepper?” Chris speculated.
“I’m thinking hippy,” Lee decided. “We could check her armpits for hair, and that would answer the question for us.”
“What do you want?” Lyric demanded defensively as they came uncomfortably close. “Why are you here?”
“Our job,” Lee told her reaching out to touch her hair.
“Well, I don’t need the NES,” she pulled her head back, dragging her hair out of his hand. “I have everything here under control. You can go now.”