Ankyra Sound He greets me with kisses when good days deceive him.

Something about her - maybe the attitude, maybe the lingering scent of Drageda on her coat - didn't help matters. Soon she was following him though, and Firefly did his best to curtail his bad attitude (albeit, he didn't put much effort in to subduing himself). After a few minutes he blurted, They fucked you up pretty good, with a once-over of his eyes across her mutilated face. Firefly wasn't squeamish; he had his own wounds after all, and could easily picture what she'd look like without them. Not half-bad, he'd have mentioned if he had been in a better mood.