Vixen smiled, holding something behind her back for a moment, before she whipped out the black tricorn and planted it on Bret's head. Grinning like an idiot, she embraces him fully. "Of course it was...nobody bothers Junkers around here, it seems." she said, beckoning him onto the lift. "Shall we go? Eva's rendezvous point is somewhere between here and the moon..."
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
