Rude didn't need to see who Reno meant by the plague-faced bitch, and they've all seen enough of the stigma to last themselves a last time, Rufus's deterioration isn't shocking. She'd be a damn poor Turk if her stomach was that weak (the pile of corpses behind her gives a squelch to remind her it's there and she grimaces faintly.)

"The rot really brings out her eyes," she adds drearily. "Bring her with, I don't care."

It's usually the other way around, Reno telling her to hurry her ass up, but Rude always gets her turn at the wheel. That's how a balanced relationship flows, after all.

"I'll meet you both down at the Pavilion (http://sisfist.livejournal.com/1720.html)."