She rolls her eyes, affectionate. It'd be such a nice moment, if they had the luxury of them. It's something she's never believed she'll get, but she wants it one day when they've put in enough work, when they've built community, when Trench is more than a blood filled dumpster bonfire on the beach.

"I met someone new tonight," Pyrrha says, dropping just a touch of the humor from her voice. A signal, as clear a signpost as, say, shooting him in the face since he's paying attention. "Said I should learn more about her. I want to know your take. You good for that?" An honest question. The answer can be no and that's that. It's s'mores, it's relaxed, it's life.