"Oh my God, shut up!" Nico hissed furiously at him, hastily backing up to block the doors. "Mabel, Dipper, you stay out here and keep an eye out for any other security guards, okay?"

She was not going to be responsible for a couple of twelve-year-olds seeing a dead unicorn. (Raphael was right, though. Who kills a freaking unicorn?!)

"Okay," she said slowly, "We should...We should bring them back with us. They should be...buried, or cremated or something. Not this."