‘Hey, people,’ Minho said, holding a hand up as if to say slow down. ‘You think we’re morons? Would we have gone out there fifteen times if we’d lost a finger to a Crank every time or had our privates zapped by radiation? Come on, now.’ Newt waggled his fingers in front of Thomas’s face. ‘Still got ’em all. And I’m not too worried about down under just yet.’ A laugh exploded out of Thomas’s mouth that sent spray everywhere.
