"My god, I thought we were going to watch this bitch destroy this bloke's face for the entirety of the flight."
"Is this blackie really her fiance? This is sort of a mismatch, innit?"
"Shh, stop talking. You might wake them up."
They aren't going to wake up anytime soon, mate. We chucked them with enough tranquilisers to drop an entire rhorni, didn't we?"
Wrong. Rhys was fully awake and listening to everything they were saying, and with his hair covering his eyes, he could also somewhat see what they were doing — and they were not really doing anything but just watching him and Luna.
"What's the big deal with the Blackie anyway?"
"...You don't know, you cunt? He's the blackie that's been on the tele for the past few months. He even has a commercial with the Mickie Ds."
"That's 'im!?"
