"Tch! I know that, Goggles." The nickname made her scrunch up her nose, but she didn't object. Esther lacked experience in the sneaking department. When she was younger, the redhead would attempt to sneak out at night, only to get busted by her dad halfway down the stairs. Every damn time.

"We'll depart at dawn, Iron Man." Making a pistol with her hands, she pointed her index fingers at a cow. "Isn't that right, Bessy?"

"Mmmmoooo."