The hazy blur that might have been our rescuer shouted again. "Alright you pack of bitches, hang onto your skirts because I'm about to blow you away!"
"She's Bitch," I objected groggily, pointing at the front passenger seat.
This gave the blur in the driver seat pause. "Bitch, those kiddos in the back belong to you?"
"Mine," Rachel's firm voice agreed. I felt warm for some reason.
"Then we will pretend that S was possessive and move on. Speaking of moving!"
There was a kachunk from the front and everything up was down. I stopped fighting my stomach in time to catch the tail end of another exclamation from the front.
"-who makes the best trucks?"
I felt like I was missing some context but I wracked my mind, suddenly unable to think of any truck manufacturers. "Tonka," I ventured.
This might have been the right answer because the driver cackled. "I like her! The name's Squealer, though."
The vehicle swerved and the scenery swam. "-so when I saw you mixing it up with Hookwolf and that bomber lady, I thought this here's my kind of party! Plus, I have a soft spot for any group of ladies willing to give Lung and the nazis a black eye. By the by, if you don't mind me saying so, Bitch, you exude so much butch energy you make the biker chick look femme, and I am here for it."
"I'm a guy," Brian objected. "These are pecs."
"Whoa, dude, I didn't realize. Sorry. Didn't mean to disrespect your pronouns. Love the voice. Very masc."
"How about me," Alec interjected.
"Could use a little more work, and I'd actually suggest a little less cleavage until the E kicks in. A padded bra would do wonders for you. I see what you're going for though and I'm very supportive."
"Thanks," Alec drawled.
There was another blur of motion and noise as we rounded a corner and I lost track of reality again.
"-dark Spidergirl in the back there gonna be okay? Actually, I should probably get some names if I'm pulling your bacon out of the fryer. I know Bitch up here which, by the way, love your name."
"These dogs are Brutus, Judas, and Angelica,"Rachel explained.
"Nice. Very thematic."
"I'm Grue, Regent is the one in the crown, Tattletale is up top in your gunner station, and bug girl hasn't picked a name yet."
"Oh I am so name buddies with Tattle. Let me tell you how I picked up my name. You see,"
Whatever story Squealer was telling got lost in the next morass of sirens and lights.