Damn It All!
"Alright. Great. Let's get the hell out of here."
Minoth holstered his gunknives with their usual muffled click, conscious of his companions' befuddlement at their continued manifestation - and of Eunie's holding still, watching him.
"What the sparks is 'hell'?"
"Ah, you know...h-e-double-gunrods?" he offered, reaching out to tap the butt of hers.
No recognition.
"Y'know, the ol' hot place...?"
Eunie cocked her head, then shook it. "I thought I knew all our swears, now you're tellin' me they've invented new ones?"
No, Minoth thought, that one's as old as God, but didn't say so.
Instead, innocently: "I'll be damned..."