"Booze it is then." There's not a hint of disappointment in her voice.
And may whatever fucked up gods that watch over this place be blessed for their magic dirt. This place would be a whole lots less bearable without it. Booze and air-conditioning, that's all she asks. She can handle the rest, even if she wasn't quite used to the 'rest' including ghosts. Monsters she was used to, alien replicants bent on devouring her world; she could even go down to the orchard and pick some fruit and olives out of the trees--(Even if the latter was a memory from a long time ago. She'd left Costa del Sol and its beaches and orchards, had sent enough money back over time that her parents owned some of those trees by now. That's loyalty for you.)
She crouches down for the second time then, wastes a little of her drink to wipe the blood off of Elena's face, Tseng's too. It's not a secret to the likes of Reno that she can be... sentimental, that it's come to bite her in the ass before. All the more reason to get this over with, and Rude knows it.
When she stands, Rude lifts her bottle briefly in salute. "Always ready," she agrees, taking a long drink that hits the murmur of nicotine already present under her skin like a balm. It's what she was looking for, something cheap and easy to distract her from the steady curl of discontent brewing in the far corners of her mind. She'd maybe offer her bottle out to Rufus, at another time, but the last thing she needs to be drinking right is her necrosis all over the lip. Sorry, Boss, shit sucks sometimes.
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And may whatever fucked up gods that watch over this place be blessed for their magic dirt. This place would be a whole lots less bearable without it. Booze and air-conditioning, that's all she asks. She can handle the rest, even if she wasn't quite used to the 'rest' including ghosts. Monsters she was used to, alien replicants bent on devouring her world; she could even go down to the orchard and pick some fruit and olives out of the trees--(Even if the latter was a memory from a long time ago. She'd left Costa del Sol and its beaches and orchards, had sent enough money back over time that her parents owned some of those trees by now. That's loyalty for you.)
She crouches down for the second time then, wastes a little of her drink to wipe the blood off of Elena's face, Tseng's too. It's not a secret to the likes of Reno that she can be... sentimental, that it's come to bite her in the ass before. All the more reason to get this over with, and Rude knows it.
When she stands, Rude lifts her bottle briefly in salute. "Always ready," she agrees, taking a long drink that hits the murmur of nicotine already present under her skin like a balm. It's what she was looking for, something cheap and easy to distract her from the steady curl of discontent brewing in the far corners of her mind. She'd maybe offer her bottle out to Rufus, at another time, but the last thing she needs to be drinking right is her necrosis all over the lip. Sorry, Boss, shit sucks sometimes.