"Kid..." the ranger sighed, looking to Alina "You have no idea what's up there. It's just plain not fit for a child. I don't give a rat's ass how good with a Mak you are, you're just a child. and that's not even starting to mention the objections that I have, from a purely moral standpoint... So, I refuse to take you along."
Foma let out a low yawn, rubbing his eyes as he shifted slightly, clutching his fancy kalash with a laser sight and plastic parts. It looked like it was worth more than each and every kalash here (sans maybe his brother's), combined.