"Well, you look like a life-sized American Girl doll. If you ever set foot in Japan, you'll get molested."

Santana needed a weapon of her own. Usually, she was the type of person to just go with the flow, but this whole situation was weird. And, more likely than not, dangerous. Maybe, if the birds brought her some pants, they'd bring her a gun.

Somehow, she doubted the birds would be out in this blizzard.