"Kaite," Mark Nwell said, gesturing towards the seven girls in front of her trailer, "These are the girls of the elite sanity preservation group Deleterius. They're here to protect you... so if you need ever to go---ACK!"
A spork narrowly missed flying into his arm.
"Sorry," one in the back said, "But you split an infinitive. Force of habit, sir; it won't happen again."