"Ah!" Grinning hugely, Larrikin pointed at her. "See? He pouts. I mean, sure, compared to nearly everyone else it's not a pout, but on Anton, it's definitely a pout. Who's Ryder?"

The words came out almost pelting, in a combination of glee and amusement. Even when he didn't say much all at once, Larrikin gave the unmistakeable implication of being a chatterer.