Tch, yeah, so you could have your time to think. I know you need you damn time to think and I needed air. Didn't mean I left. You told me not to!

'Sides, I got like... three NV's on me right now. One standing on me no less. So don't call me a fucking idiot when you didn't bother trying to call before now, and what the hell are you doing trying to track me down anyhow? You know you can't. You can't fucking sense me and if I go invisible you can't see me. Where are you? For fucks sake, can this day get any worse?

[Owen sits there, wagging his tail happy like, making the angry sounds of Trauma seem strange in a way.... cute]