“You’re annoying me.” “I’m sorry my rational logic goes against your hysterical plans to use a woman like a mad dog.” “I’m actually a honey badger.” “Shut. Up,” Britta snarled. And Max did, for a little bit. But then, while Britta and Novikov bickered, she abruptly moved between the pair and held up one leg to Novikov. “Get this skate off.” Without realizing what he was doing—he was so busy trying to rationalize his crazy scheme—Novikov quickly untied the skate. Then he untied the other when Max lifted it up.
heh ...that's totally an accidental Dad thing. :D
