I know, and I'm glad. Really. It's just...the weird stuff. Why is it the weird stuff that sticks? I mean, pretty butts.

The inquisition has a lot of them.

[ She knows; she looked. ]

But nice bums aren't following us around, are they? Instead we get....here! Whatever here is.

[ She's still scowling but her anger is fizzling out bit by bit. It's a good feeling since she doesn't even know what brought it on in the first place. ]

I'd take a butt over something weird any day. Even an ugly one.

[ She has a sinking feeling the weird is going to outdo the butts in her life from here on out though. It's a bit disheartening.

Still, at least it's not all bad-- ]

No rifts is nice though. Good on that.