Heather had never seen that sort of blank look on her friend's face before.

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was causing it.

She whipped back to face the singing seductress just in time to see the bobber flying at her face.

She'd had just about enough of being smacked, so almost without thinking about it, the combined reflexes of an Otherworld survivor and an Otherworld creature kicked in and she snapped her beak shut on the line with a vengeance, aiming to give the mudmaid a vicious yank forwards.