Fang

Zeb Ya

Script

Zeb: Is that how you treat your associates?

Fang: *innocent grin hands folded behind her back* They were temps.

Zeb: *grabs both of her arms as they walk* Well, I'm sorry.

Fang: *startled look* What?!

Zeb: I can't work for you.

Fang: *turns at him and commands* LET GO OF ME!

Zeb: <: o *lets go*