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[The PCD clacks and the view shakes a bit, but finally centers on Horst's happy face. He's up on a roof, with four bottles of liquor and a chair.]

Right, you bunch of nutters, I'm going to sit up here and watch you all run about.

Tyki, you want a drink? I'm up here in the sane corner of the world.

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Mutual... Respect... [Again that lost look on her face. As if she's trying to remember something. But some part of her doesn't want her to. The demon side has the upper hand this week and it won't give it up that easily. Her look hardens again and she shakes her head in denial.]

The only one I owe respect to is my Master. Slade.

[She presses her right hand above her chest in allegiance. Then she takes the bottle in her left hand and raises it as if to toast. As she drinks, the bracelet slides slightly down her wrist and comes uncovered.]