"That's right. The party doesn't start till something's on fire." It's a big fire, too, her favorite kind. She takes the bottle, takes a drink, accepts the arm over her shoulders. Rude's warm, and it feels good. This is probably harder on Rude than it is on her. Not that she thinks Rude's weak, but they're different. Reno doesn't like to see the others like this, but in her gut, maybe even on a cellular level, she can sense it's not real, so it can't really touch her. She feels a thrill move through her body as the corpses burn and the smoke rises. She might not care for the disrespect, but it is a little fun.

Even with this current mess, things are too peaceful here for her. Some more fire's what this place needs. She wasn't made for peace. "I miss blowing shit up."

When Rude's more grim, Reno lightens up, partly in direct response, partly because they tend to balance each other out naturally. "It's too bad all of 'em showed up in such bad shape. I wonder if anyone's tried to fuck one of these fakes. Maybe fake Elena'd actually put out." She laughs.