[For a second, the world is a scrambled-up mess of inputs - Ranni woofing out an easy bark, a girl somewhere nearby screaming, a small something scrabbling and peeking out of the pile of clothing. On instinct Jack stoops, trying to pull Ranni away from whatever it is by the collar, backpedaling in alarm. And he freezes, when his brain puts everything together, and realized that the girl-scream came out of the bat.]
Holy-! [He breathes. Blinks. Breathes a little more. And then blurts out the first thing that seems right, when one has elicited that kind of noise.] Oh- heck. Sorry.
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Holy-! [He breathes. Blinks. Breathes a little more. And then blurts out the first thing that seems right, when one has elicited that kind of noise.] Oh- heck. Sorry.