Punchy's so invested in figuring out how to get the penny out of the piggybank bearing his face that he doesn't even notice Felicity until she speaks. For about half a second he reproaches himself, but then he thinks screw it, he could probably protect himself anyway.

"Boostin' some swag," Punchy says, zipping up his backpack. He gives Felicity one of those long looks that's inappropriate for polite company or anybody wearing bright gold shiny pajamas. "Damn, shawty, they be stockin' this crib with all the fine bitches?"