Tomas: Is that----who I think it is.....?
Oska:.....Rowan?
Oska: What the hell are you doing here???
Rowan: well I figured if I stayed away too long-- you'd forget I was your girlfriend.
Rowan: and I thought you *always* needed more help with zombie hunting.
Oska: Not your help.
Tomas: That's no way to speak to your girlfriend Cyclops. Oska: I don't need your help either fuckmeister.
Rowan: *sigh* some things never change do they. Anyway-- I'm not moving out again anytime soon, so you'll just have to deal.
Tomas: Did you bring your car?
Rowan: Sorry.
Rowan: You'll get over it.
Oska: You mean you came all the way here and didn't even bring your car?
Oska: and are those my shoes?
Rowan: Yup-- but I'll let you in a secret.....
Rowan: These shoes make me taller than you
shrimp-boy.
GROUP SHOT!!!
Oska: *sulking*
