"Guys. Not human. Some fucked up toady troll thing - man, I hate saying that, but I'm not shitting you, it looked like someone crossed the biggest troll you ever saw with a toad and then gave it a prehensile tongue."

Satuday's shifted to sit cross-legged, hand free and gesticulating as she talks. There hadn't been time, before, not when she was trying to keep her Five Idiots alive. But now that she's home safe - as much as she can be, anyway - she has so many things to complain about.

"Smart enough for pack tactics, didn't see any sign of real communication, no weapons except natural ones - don't think they were people. If they were, they did a damn good job not lettin' me know. Natural weapons include claws, teeth, and I mentioned the fucking tongue? The fucking ten foot long tongue that wraps around you and is slimy?"

And unarmored, thank fuck; it never took more then a moment to cut free, but that's cold comfort to a woman who has been covered in toad tongue slime for a week.

"And no showers. For the nerds, sure, but I'm hired help so I go last, and it's just crazy how long those people took - somehow there was never any damn time - at least gettin' thrown around the sandbox rubbed most of it off, eventually."