[ That was Andre! Wolfwood's grin over his shoulder is, for once, genuinely delighted. Their worlds really were similar, weren't they? After some of the shit he's seen, some of the weird fucking versions of people he knows, having Livio here is just, well. Nice. ]

Oh, okay, I must have just imagined a little white-haired brat snuffling at me about the monsters in the hallway.

[ Aha! Buckets! A whole stack of 'em, sturdy 5-gallons in a pile at the back of the storage space. ]