Red grinned, continuing to explain. "Nah, Rosie the Riveter, Spot the Dog is just a Grade A Failure of a guy, who somehow seems to have snatched the friendship of that bimbo who kicked your clone's face in. Don't ask me how, it's not like I understand Ki's friend choices, aside from Cheri and me, because they usually blow. But yeah his semblance drops his aura and makes him rabid or some shit." Given the mood he'd already been in at the start of the day, fuck you, shitty Beacon Administration, he was having trouble putting a leash on his mouth, but hey, right now at least he was enjoying himself and letting off some steam.
Cheri caught the compact and slid it into her sports bra. "Red, he really isn't that bad, and he's just on edge because he lost Orabel. We were there for that, remember?"
"What, to watch him lose his cool and fuck up? Orabel might just be Queen Bitch of the Abyss, and Jack's no angel, the piss-ant, but Saggio needs to get it together before somebody shoots him."
Ki, meanwhile, strutted up to the taller of the two muscleheads and kicked him in the ankle to get his attention. "Hey. Meathead. Put Gray down!" she shouted, hands on her hips.