Eden was in a foul mood. Slugs were still exiting her mouth at an alarming rate, and she was never, ever going to hear the end of this from Quinn. If he ever spoke to her again. And she probably wasn't getting her pocketknife back. And she still had like 16 hours left to possibly die on her birthday. And Williamson might decide slug-belching wasn't enough of a punishment and give her 500 years of UNJUST detention.

Still, she couldn't help but feel relieved as she watched the hoods finally walk away.

Under less horrible circumstances, she would have been irritated with Quinn for his rendition of the morning's events. He didn't even mention that Emmerson had been clearly coming to antagonize them, that Eden had simply thrown the first proverbial punch in an inevitable fight. However, right now? Eden couldn't be mad at anybody but Emmerson Cambridge. As far as she was concerned, this was all her fault.

...& that thing Quinn said about turning the slugs off? Could she get a little of that, too?