“Yer gonna get us fluming sunk,” Clo hissed. “Ye no care a peat fer us Snarl berms.” Sher frowned, struggling to understand. Clo made an impatient sound. “You’re. Going. To. Get. Her. Killed,” she said enunciating everything in insultingly slow Imperial, so he could understand her all proper-like. “You eejit.”
