It was good enough for her. She lowered her blaster and smiled, relieved to see someone that wasn’t hiding behind a Draculoid mask. “Shiny. Sorry…
The Chevy’s trunk creaked in protest as Riot shut it, carrying a few cans of Power Pup and a large jug of water back to the fireside. She pushed the water and two cans over to Dynamo, along with a slightly bent spoon. “Eat up, then. It’ll keep you going.” She opened one of the others and pushed a fork inside, then set it down and sprawled out. She was still so drained. “Dynamo, eh? Electric Riot. Some people call me Mama- well, used to. Most of ‘em haven’t heard from me for a while.”
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