Sen glances aside without moving her head, to check that some adults are watching, then throws a grandly indignant look at the meathead.

"That creampuff wouldn't get out of the guava-forsaken sun, or even froggin' drink properly! Were ya hopin' for a lobster dinner?!"

Sen takes a one step toward her accusor and leans forward with hands on hips, demonstrating for anyone watching that she has the moral high ground and knows it.

"'Least she'll be nice an' fresh when you meatheads get t' her later!"

She almost snaps off another shot at her scapegoat, but thinks better of it under the circumstances. There'll be better chances to put him and his goons in their place. Heh, maybe this camp won't be a complete waste of time after all...