That was okay, because Katchoo wasn't going to let go anyway, and she was damned stubborn about not letting Francine fall over except maybe they might be doing that now, oops.

"Francie, where the hell have you been?" How much of that was actually discernible was anyone's guess; Katchoo's face tended to be obstructed in some way when there was Francine-hugging going on. "You look like hell -- what the hell happened?"