"Tape? What're you going to do, tape the slagging thing ope-" Never mind. No sarcasm necessary- Hime was doing just that, winding one end around the table leg and stretching it out behind her like a pale silver ribbon that glinted in the glow of their flashlights, all the way to the door. The odds of it working? Pretty slim. But like that was about to stop her trying.

Depth Charge shook his head for what felt like the thousandth time that night, making his way to the door so that he could kick it open for her. "You're something else, you know that?" he said, standing in the doorway while she finished her tape-trail and watching with his head cocked to one side. "Seriously. Slagged if I know what to make of you most of the time."