[ that comment earns a proper laugh, which almost surprises her. it's rare that she's so -- well, loud, even though her laugh really isn't that loud. but the taste of victory - as if that was ever enough to survive in this city.

still, she does lean over to pluck the tube from under his arm, leather sliding against the wool of his coat as she catches it in a hand. ]

Well, if the taste of victory is enough, then I imagine you won't mind donating this to charity.

[ her tone is wry, as if she knows better than that. ]

My retirement fund, for one, is looking a little sparse.

[ given it is hopelessly in the red. ]