"You mean compared to any other night?" Chloe asks as she shifts around enough to pop open her door, displacing glass shards and dirt and all the usual shrapnel that comes from the front lines of a solid skirmish. The car's a mess. Her clothes aren't much better off. Looks like it'll be a two shower sort of night.

And, all right, it's probably not the best time to go telling jokes, but if she's not laughing she'll have little left to do aside from mull over just how much shit they're currently in. Hardly an appealing option for either of them.

"Oi, Webber, any idea where we can lay low for tonight? Unless we'd like them to finish the job, heading back to the hotel isn't exactly an option."