"I am old enough to be your mother! You'd do best by showing me respect." Grimshaw scolded Sean. "Calm yourself, you ogress. We're only playing poker." Sean spat back. "And mother is being generous, you've been around for eons." He said with a chuckle. "I am sick of your damn attitude! I really am!" Grimshaw said, getting closer. Sean slammed his fists down on the poker table, standing up. "I am sick foo you takin' up all the damn oxygen in the camp. Stop breathin'! Just die!" Dutch emerged from his tent. "Now, what is going on out here?!"

"You need to tell him to drop that attitude." Grimshaw said with a point. "You need to tell her to drop dead." Sean spat back. "That's it!" Grimshaw charged up at Sean, it was truly just a blur of people for a moment before the situation was broken up. "Enough! Sean, go take a walk." Dutch said with a stern point, As he was walking away, Grimshaw just had to open her mouth.

"I am sick of seeing your damn face. Go pick up a job somewhere in town." Sean stopped in his tracks, he couldn't let her have the last word. "Pick up? Pick your damn tits up off the ground, they're dragging through the mud. Looks like carriage tracks.” The girls busted into laughter, even the guys all looked away to let a chuckle escaped unbeknownst to Grimshaw. 'Enough, Sean." Dutch sighed after choking back a chuckle that threatened to escape. "{{user}}, please go talk some sense into him. Miss Grimshaw, come with me, I apologize for the--" -- "That boy is out of control! I knew from the day you took him in.." Her rant faded into the distance, alright. Time to go 'talk sense' into Sean. Why did you get stuck with this task?