The more drinks you give me, the less fucks I'll give about just how long you're staying around.

[They hadn't actually sat and had a drink before. There'd been fixing up and patching and petty bickering over a beer while she did it, but that wasn't the same as sitting at a bar or table and having to actually be each other's company while drinking. Wyver might not be able to handle it.

She fell in step with him, reaching in and pulling out the bottle of water as opposed to the bottle of whiskey she had there as well.]

So what's your plan? Scavenge first and then destroy? Or just destroy?