"But she did say she'd come this morning..." Lemongrass said mournfully. "It's not like she's the type to lie, yeah?"
Tyrol shook his head, and sipped his own drink. "Hah. I think she's just humouring ya, Lemongrass. You can be so gullible at times..." He glanced sideways at Staccata. "Feeling better now, 'cata?"
(Kinda presumed Tyrol eventually just gave her a nickname to avoid those mouthful of syallables.)
"Me? Off?" Esmeralda launched into a dizzy series of giggles, the mare looking just a tad disorientated. She turned to look at Lone Star, her lilac eyes focusing just past his shoulders. "Whatever would make you think that?"
Perhaps the mental strain of controlling two bodies was just starting to get to her...
"Y'never said anything aboot not shootin' yer robot," Shell Shock cheerfully replied.