Almost as an after thought, John holds her closer to himself, whispering humorously into her ear, "Maybe if you weren't so distracted with screwing me every other day you would have noticed it sooner. There are also practical benefits with mating them together. A few Brutes appeared in them, leading the trio to believe they had fallen into a well placed trap. I'm writing this story because I had a story to tell, and thought it could entertain people. If I don't know if you are being entertained, I assume I'm failing. Below shut, fluttering eyelids and a cognitive brow, past the long since healed scars, she begins to visually recognize the freckled flesh that dotes across John's face. When the area in front of her became visible again, she saw the Chief inside a spherical shield, that seemed to just barely hold up from the blast. Once she had solid control over him, she yanked him toward her as hard as she could, then kicked him in his chest, sending him back a few feet from her. As with before, he had a good two inches on her. He, um, really has a way with words. But she reversed it and rolled him on his back. They were coming at them from afar, but the gunners fired at them regardless. She raised an eyebrow and said, "Funny, you weren't wearing a sidearm before," she said.