Kayla: I have dust in my crotch, motor oil on my chest. I’m a mess!
Shannon: Kayla’s a real woman.
Kayla: You going somewhere?
Tristan: Nope, just so my stuff is all right here.
Shannon: Gearing up?
Tylas: In case there’s a war.
[Tristan came camping in full camo and utility vest. I refer to him as "Stargate Boy."]
