ESKIMO (angry): I don’t know whether to feel anger, jealousy, or pity. (Her expression softens; she looks curious.) So… how was it?
LANCE: Um…
He looks around. On one side is Eskimo, looking innocent; on the other, Krys, eyes narrowed, as if daring Lance to say something offensive; straight ahead, Peg, holding a sword and looking amused yet dangerous.
LANCE: Bitey?
Peg pushes aside Lance’s collar with her sword and reveals teeth marks.
PEG: My handiwork.
ESKIMO: OK, it’s jealousy.
LANCE: What do you mean, “with a woman”?