Ouroboros Spine Are there bandits at grandma's house?

"Could if you fuckin' looked hard enough." The shot back was ridiculous, she knew. But she had never been interested in the sky, or the clouds, or the weather. It was of no concern to the Warden and never had been because in her mind, the weather was the weather and that was it. "They're still there so the answer is valid." The sharp edge of her mind peeked out from behind that brutish exterior. "I think it's the weather. It might rain. It might shit rainbows. Why do you care?" So she was intelligent but blunt, and didn't care about conditional things as much as maybe she should have.