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Current Location: NY Subway Shelter

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Stupid lack of girl scout training.

And cell phone charging. Because Jessica's phone is now a useless square of metal and plastic. Which means fire is the only means of getting light right now. Which means she needs to figure out how to MAKE one.

And rubbing two sticks together does not work the way it does on cartoons.

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It's supposed to be creepy, actually. He's like that. "So, you're just sitting here, in the dark, trying not to die? There are better ways to get killed."

"Well, I'm trying to do something about the dark."

"Need some help?"

"...what would you expect in trade?"

The rabbit leers. Oh yes, he does. "Whacha got ta offer?"

"Nothing I want to give up."

"Oh." The rabbit droops. "Well, then, looks like yer shit out of luck. And they're some big damn rats down here." He puffs away a little more, and begins to back up. "Of unusual size, even."

"That's what they say," she agrees, guardedly.

"Better than the plants outside."

"The plants don't have flamethrowers." Is he joking? He sounds serious.

"No, they don't." Flat like Kansas. Jessica is good at the guarded response.

"Sure you don't need a light?"

"Not from you."

"Yer death my palimino filly." He snickers at his own joke.

Eyeroll. "Palominos are all golden."

"FISK! I meant piebald." He throw down hsi cigar in agravation, and stomps away.

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