“Wyn.” I recognised Danny’s voice. “Uh… what’s that?” “She’s friendly,” Moth blurted immediately. “She won’t hurt you.” “Really?” Danny sounded a little less freaked out, eagerness bleeding into his voice. “Aw, she’s kind of cute. Wyn—” “No,” he barked, then spun back and snarled at us, “Get that fucking thing out of our room.”
