Saxsice laughs, flicking her hair out of her face, seemingly pleased. "Flattery'll getcha everywhere, even in creepy island abduction land. Thanks."

Then she nods, waving cheerfully down at him. "Broflovski's cool, though. If I had it over again, I'd pick somethin' with a whole mess'a syllables, instead of "King"."

Oh, right, creepy mask. Saxsice nods, pointing at the mask, not wanting to pick it up again. "Yeah, that thing. Picked it up and suddenly wanted to unburden my deep dark secrets. Fucked up, right?"