>>19758235>[Sheila takes a large swig of her bottle... and empties it.]"A mark-sked gal, huh? Prob'ly not the Skello. She's dead, right? Not loik normal skellos is, but. Like, ackshally dead. Or dere woz a Big Gal, but I dun' ra-membah 'er name. Cood be the ninja, Oi guess. Or the big Dojo cooker. Dere was a lil' Mexican chick who wore a mask, but she ain't be 'round fah a whoil... same koinda hair as Nicko..."
>[Sheila holds her thumb up and covers Nikki's eyes in the distance, trying to imagine a black domino mask... but a friendly thumbs up from Nikki across the floor snaps Sheila back to it. She's no misquito.]"Ya know, mate, ya do koinda look loik Casso. But ya ain't a fucking piece a shit loik 'er, so ya doin' bettah-- AWW NAH WAIT FUCK ME DEAD. Ya mean Steeli, dun' ya? Nyeh heh heh. Oi nah, mate -- shit this is gunna be hill-air-ee-us. Fucken come on, come meet me mates."
>[Sheila grabs Akane by the arm and drags her over to where Nikki and Spirit are still raiding the bar.]"Oi cunts, Cassie's here! Nyeh heh heh. Oi'm juss kiddin'! Oi nah this is Ar-kah-nah-ay. I fink Oi said dat roight."
