Blake noticed that. He was half expecting the kid to jump away and run behind the weasel. Blake may not have been in the top thousand on the list of ideal people to help him out, but he was the one who was there, so they'd both have to deal with it.

McNulty followed behind them, the opposite of how sheep herding was supposed to work. Hell, sheep aren't supposed to be able to shoot lightning either.

Shaun's voice and his tightening grip held warning that he might flip out again, and his Pokemon had clammed up, so Blake shut his mouth too.

The checkpoint was a hell of a lot warmer. As soon as they walked in, they were swarmed. Shaun was well-known here, and everybody wanted to know why the two of them were soaking wet and beat up. Blake tried to explain about getting jumped by a demented bastard squid.