I glare down at @Emman_Jumpsong1, wondering why he would give cookies to the urchins. From my position, I can see Georgia, Spring, Billy, and Annie rush over to where the cookies were left. Irving watches them closely, glancing up at me every once in a while. I glance back down at Emman, wishing he wasn't wearing that respirator over his entire face.
They're safe. I signal to Irving.
"You know, I told you you could stop." calls Officer Badcop.
"And waste all these rotten eggs?" I call back.
"Be nice, Missy," he scolds kindly, "He'll smell like rotten apples and eggs for weeks!"
"Not that he doesn't deserve it."
I slide down the drain pipe and stand behind Officer Badcop, not trusting Emman to keep his guns to himself.
"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?" Emman yells in frustration.
"Don't yell," I scold, "You'll wake the infants up."
Emman crosses his arms. "I want an explanation!"
I shiver a bit, those words were never said without an action. I dash out of the grotto back into No Man's Landing, frantically searching for somewhere to hide. I dash inside the Heart Shaped Pastry Shop and burst through the door into the back room, nearly knocking @Gustav_Jollycabbage off his feet. I knock over a stack of empty crates and pull one over my head. Hoping @Emman_Jumpsong1 and @Badcop_Blackshine won't think to look for me here.