"...nah. I can deal with the fires, now," she says, a hint of tired amusement entering her voice before she shakes herself.

There's a soft crackle from the corner the broken muzzle landed in, and a wisp of smoke wafts up from it to join the general haze in the air.

"It's symbolism, dipshit," is her answer to Rinku. "If you're no good at that shit then don't bother, your head'll just explode." To MK, she says, "Speaking of. You want to let me out? Do you actually know what that'll do? I fucking hope not, since you're suggesting it."