"Okay." Reno sighs in annoyance as black liquid leaks from the corner of chick Rufus' mouth. What the fuck. Reno lights a cigarette. "I wish she was hot, at least." Geostigma that was this far gone was not hot. She'd thought it would be pretty easy to dismiss the fake versions after seeing others' in action, but they were tenacious and unsettling. Not in a gross way; she didn't care about that, but in a way where she simply didn't want to bash the thing in the head. Like it was a puppy. It'd make you feel kinda bad to kill a puppy.

Reno knew about the feeling bad part, because she had killed the fake Rufus at first. After she'd electrocuted it a couple times and it kept coming back, she sort of--gave up. Now she doesn't even want to punch it. An impressive achievement on the fake's part, since usually she likes acting and feeling like a jerk. She hopes it doesn't mean she's going a little soft, but at least she didn't care about almost anyone. "I'm tired of killing her."

At this, the fake Rufus says something that the Vine doesn't quite pick up, and Reno rolls her eyes. "She's actually less bitchy than the real one," Reno mutters. "How is that possible?" She shakes her head. "Be there in a minute. You know I got some booze already, but I'll get some more."

Suddenly, in spite of everything, she smiles. The thought of burning things does cheer her up, now that it's sinking in. "You got anything special to set the fire with?"