There is a comfort to the company of killers and killed things, that way.

The blood hangs still thick in the air as much on her skin. She lifts her fingers to her lips as she goes about her task again, licking them clean in slow curls of her tongue against the hard black surface.

"That's them. So kind. Utterly unaware. They're like a flock of birds before a skag gets in the middle. All about to rip them apart."