She was actually close to drifting off when there was that soft sound of a step. Chriiiist. Right on schedule Uri hissed from beyond the fort and Dera sat bolt upright.

God that hurt.

They'd deal later.

SHE DIDN'T HAVE HER JACKET. Low impact weaponry was at home! "SHIT!" He was...

...back by the door, eying the picked lock with a rather clouded look. Fuck fuck fuck. "Out the back, over the fence?"