"I just want you all to know that I bite," Ruth snarls as the aliens glare at us. "I will absolutely tear a chunk off of any appendage that comes into range." "And I have a disease," Alice announces. "If you touch me, you'll catch it." I glance over at my ladies, and they're wearing looks of defiance. Except Helen. She looks depressed. "I want a disease," she whispers. Alice shakes her head at her.
Poor Helen
