“Niten's eyes didn't move, but a trace of a smile curled his lips. "I do not need my eyes to tell me where I'm going.""I have no idea what that means," Josh said. "Is it like some sort of ninja trick?"Niten shot Josh a warning look. "Whatever you do, don't mention-"It was too late. In the backseat Aoife stirred. "Ninjas," she spat. "Why is everyone so obsessed with ninjas? They were never that good. And they were cowards, sneaking around in their black pajamas, stabbing their victims with poisoned darts. I hate ninjas-they have no honor.”
“I mean, we're ninjas.""Well maybe you're a ninja," I said"You're just a really loud, awkward ninja," Margo said, "but we are both ninjas.”
“Ninjas don't splash other ninjas," "The true ninja doesn't make a splash at all." I said.”
“Okay," Claire finally said. "I admit, he has significant ninja qualities.""Booyah. I will summon the ninja. Oh, and take a lunch break while we burgle.""You’re going too?""Am I not ninja enough? Are you saying that I lack ninja?”
“Yeah, so if that guy can make it in drunk, surely we can make it in sober. I mean, we’re ninjas.''Well, maybe you’re a ninja,' I said. 'You’re just a really loud, awkward ninja,' Margo said, 'but we are both ninjas.”
“She's like a kindness ninja. Sneaking around in order to help people.”