Sylvia thought she could hear some mumbling over her shoulder and turned. Oh, it was just Leland. And he smelt wasted, let alone looked it. "Hello Leland. Are you speaking English?" she said deadpan, folding her arms over her chest. "I don't even know what a 'nerdo' is" she sighed, taking one of his beers and cracking it open.
"Did you know you're covered in blood?"