"Doing so helps no one, most of all the most important person: yourself," she says with a shrug. "Well, that and I've been through a non-stop parade of nonsense since I left Partali. At this point, I am just glad there's no sign of Maliwan troops. Their mecha would be a pain to destroy with no weaponry."

She unholsters her Jakobs revolver again to punctuate this. At least it has all 6 in the chamber, and she can make them count. You know. Hopefully.

"I am a Siren, one of six. Nothing so exciting as a wolf, but perhaps close enough."