"Ah, motherfuсker, growl at me will you? Psh... MJ, go make yourself useful and fetch Talath, will you? I'll get this one out of this... fuсking hole..." [i]He grumbled in clear disapproval, MJ moving away in the meantime to go fetch Talath as Jason had told him to go do. The Russian cursed under his breath, crouching down and crawling under the porch, his right hand reaching down into it.[/i] "C'mere..."