"Set the kitchen on fire?"
Teresa laughed, not a forced laugh.
"I took a piece of exploding flak to the arm, a while ago...i had to fly all the way back with near-liquid metal pressed into my arm."
She looked over at her arm for a moment, then back to the Commisar.
"Though, the burn refuses to heal, and it seems i'm stuck with it"
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
