"Nah," Rude answers with a grim little smile. "Don't think we're meant to have any fun with these things."

Their balancing act is just the oil to a complicated machine. They all spent time in each other's heads, learning all the ticks and tells and signals. Secrets made people uncomfortable, and the Turks liked to have all the secrets. But you can't just get by on silence and intimidation, and the others did their part, Reno with snide insults, and Tseng with cold threats, and Elena was pretty damn good at haughty disdain when she wanted to be, and it all led to emotions and mistakes in their enemies.

The balancing act and the well-oiled machine, it was there to keep them from getting too emotional, making mistakes and Red will keep her head clear. A few of its pieces had just gone up in flames before them, but there was a central hub to all their operations kept safe between the two of them. Maybe that was part of the bother, being separated from the family with no real estimated return. She'd like that drink back now, Reno.

"Nothing worth blowing up out here anyway," she reflects, motion around blandly. "Nothing but trees and shit. Goddamn boondocks is what it is."