Bryn had been at the piano playing a nocturne from Chopin when she heard Karis over the comm. After a moment's thought, she picked up her own and flicked it on.

"As one of the breathers...yeah, we suck and take important shit for granted."

Karis sounded wasted and irritable, but instead of being smart and staying away from the pissy undead woman, Bryn wanted to go see her. It had been weeks, after all.

"Mind one for company or is this a solo binge you're on?"