"I had fun with Kitty's. I got to give it shit and fight it." That had been a bright spot, fighting and giving shit being two of her favorite things. "These ones were a little entertaining." Reno doesn't like admitting to being bothered, so she won't, making light as usual. "Here and there. Everybody all together. We should've thrown a party." She laughs, imagining Rufus in a party hat (a thing that would never happen), watching the flames dance. Plague and corpses, just like the good old days. And the relatively recent days. And probably the near future. "If they come back, we should. Then we can burn them again."

She hands the booze back to Rude, sensing what she wants. She knows when to pass the bottle; it's second nature to her.

"Sometimes it doesn't matter if you've got something worth blowing up. Sometimes it's good enough just to have an explosion." She frowns, then, as she notices some movement on the periphery of her vision. She turns toward it. Something animal. "What the fuck is that?"