"What the fuсk is that!" [i]The kiddo yelped, using a word she'd heard her father use so many times. Heh, funny word. She liked it. [/i] "D-Dad! There's a t-t-talking wolf!" [i]The girl quickly scrambled over to the armoured soldier in the corner, quite literally jumping on him, arms wrapping around the dirty lad while she hid her face against his chest plate. [/i] "Wha'?" [i]Jason muttered, his eyes fluttering back open. He couldn't get as much as a minute of rest before more shit happened. And now there were talking wolves? Goddammit.[/i] "Oh. Tha's Quinceh, I think? I dunno, I jus' call 'em furfаgs 'nd tha's tha'. He's.. harmless, I guess? I dunno, go find out. Jus' scream if I need ta shoot him." [i]The Russian gave MJ a few comforting pats on the head, the girl swiftly calming down. She obviously trusted her father a lot, which became more apparent when she slowly got up, and even more slowly approached Quincy. She was cautious, of course, but not as frightened. [/i] "H-Hey there.. I-I'm Jeannette, though J-Jeanne is fine, too.."