[Kiranvonstrom]

"Depends" Claudia deadpans. "On how much of his arm you want him to have at the end of the day. I can leave him with Tarquin, keep him from busting an artery."

"Do I get a-"

"No."

"Yes ma'am." Tarquin pauses. "Symmond, get over here, I'll try to keep you from getting too dead until Claudia has enough downtime to stitch you up."

"Good boy." Claudia hefts her shotgun and grins, "I'm ready to kill someone, sir. Preferably soon."