"When isn't he," she answers thoughtlessly, the age old tradition of razzing their superior, as long as said superiors aren't present.

She loops his arm over her shoulder, leaving them each a hand for a blade, and starts leading him back to the edge of the town they were ransacking to a bar she remembers thinking looked sturdy.

"You wouldn't know how to chill if we dropped you in the Arctic circle. I bet you're one of those types chews through morphine like it's frosting."

"I've always been a lightweight with the meds though."

Determination and good physical awareness can get her through a lot when it's alcohol. Drugs are different.

She props him on the wall by the door, makes sure his eyes meet hers.

"Cover me from right here. I have to clear the dead, yeah?"

"Stay up," she tells him firmly, glancing over his face once more, then nodding and sliding past inside.

There's a few rotters but she sees them coming, amped up on adrenaline herself. It lets her get a look at the layout though, and it's less than three minutes before she's back.

"Clear. Let's go - into the back. There's still some booze."