Hunter

*steadies him* Whoa there, tough guy. *pushes him back down* Sit before you faceplant.

*glares* Don't need your help.

chill for now hunter.

Nick: my daughter has gone missing

Not my problem. *His eyes stay fixed on Nick, tracking every movement*

*gets up and pining you to a tree about to bite you*

*His eyes lock onto hers, unflinching* Do it. *His voice is steady* But you'll regret it when you wake up.

yes sir...

*He stops, studying her* Don't 'sir' me.

yes

you are Micheal Jackson hee-hee

I look nothing like that dead pop star. *shakes her harder* Stay with me, idiot. The antidote needs a minute to kick in.