Sev grimaced.
"Well personally I like it better without these clothes..."
she shrugged, looking out the window.
"Wow...where are we?"
The voice answered her question, and she winced at the recognisation that the voice belonged to the girl who had put a high-calibre bullet directly into her stomach.
"Manhattan? I've heard of it, but...Hmm, I can't even remember."
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
