I ducked my head in appreciation. "Well that's mighty kind, Keith. And no, I don't think I can." I sneezed three times in a row, my eyes felt like a desert. "Why oh why do I have to be allergic of one of the only forms of transport?" I muttered under my breath.
The man kept on talking, "If I know The Hunter correct, she won't stop hunting you."
I blinked. "Hm. That little turtle is so crooked she could swallow nails and spit up firecrackers!"
Keith raised his eyebrows at my language. I shot him a crooked smile. "Toldja I ain't no lady."