[ Well, all right, Nebula's bedside manner could probably use a little work — and considering his own usual lack of niceties, that's saying something.

But he can't blame her, even if something instinctually sympathetic has him stepping in to smooth the situation over. Last thing either of them needs is a headache from a buncha these humies suddenly crying as one loud, unwanted symphony. ]

They're scared. [ He pauses his pace now, turning around to the first crying kid. ] Dunno how these little morons all lost their way and wound up here, but that thing I was looking for earlier? I don't think it's gone.