"And if I let you get hurt I'll never be able to live with myself," Brooke offers by way of a counterargument. There's no venomous toxin she knows of that can cause this kind of thing, but then again, there aren't any genera of scorpion she knows of that are giant and purple. Either way, she can deal with a little bout of laughter. It's not like she couldn't use more of it in her life anyway.

"Let's get going," she insists, not wanting to take any more chances than they already have. She starts walking away on her own at a brisk enough pace—her legs are starting to ache and she doesn't want to burst into a sprint again unless she has to. She's trusting Giggles over there to follow.