She sighed and put her hand on her head. That backhanded insult? She'd ignore that for the sake of not getting a temper. Angry Nala was not something Jerry needed to see.
"You run a company, Jerry," she pointed out, walking closer to him non-threateningly. Not like she could stop him now; he'd already transported everything before she could try to talk him out of it.
"You don't need to steal anything."
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