Lavinia listened, half-awake on Alison's shoulder, a state perpetuated by the fact that she rarely sleeps, instead sustaining herself on the power of her ship. She slowly blinked at Chris, her eyes fixed on him.
"W-well...how...how did you escape, then?"
She relaxes onto Alison's arm, falling slowly asleep in the quiet ambience of the bar.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
