Fuchsia: *Composing himself Oh, please. If you're all just going to start moping, then you can put me back in the damn box.
*Looking at Loukas
Fuchsia: Sitting and recovering until something else happens is nothing. Sorry, not sorry to inform you of that.
Fuchsia: You haven't been here long, and I like that you're trying, but we're already there. Very much so not recovered.
Fuchsia: I mean, seriously? Okay, AOD or whatever she wants to be called today, maybe, but this is ridiculous. I didn't do sh*t to her and she's still after my ass. And if it weren't her, it would be one of the other three wack jobs hired along with her.
Fuchsia: For the record, if anyone claims to be more over this sh*t than me, suck it. I have been shot, almost thrown overboard a ship, drugged, kindly got trapped in a puzzle box that conveniently reminded me of being buried alive.
*He nods towards Adam
Fuchsia: I'm with the kid. F*ck this sh*t. The closest thing we've gotten to fighting back is Tara going nuts on the yacht after we killed the crew. We have a goat hacker, a creep with fancy Chinese connections, a melancholy super sniffer, a psychic, and whatever those two can do. *He pointed at Amelia and Toby Can we maybe try one of those?
Adam: I'm not a psychic.
Fuchsia: A dude that can heal things with his blood then. Happy?
*Trenton wasn't quite sure what to say to that. Any of it. So he settled for pinching the bridge of his nose as Adam shrugged and fed the brunet another mouthful of food.