"...oh," George said. She glanced down at herself. Her t-shirt was thoroughly bloody and sticking to her unpleasantly. While she was looking down, she felt a twinge of pain and a slug popped out of her shirt and fell to the floor with a clatter.

"And things like that don't help," Daniel added.

(Can't argue with that,) she thought.

"Okay," George said, more forcefully. "Let's get this show on the road!"