"She did slightly more than knock you out, darling." Vex was only just recovering from watching her brother die; she didn't the reminder of Percy's guts splattered along the floor. With zero thought to where they were or who was around, she grasped the hem of his undershirt and lifted it, chasing the memory away with the sight of him whole and well, a little sweaty and sooty. Later, Vex.

Instead she slipped an arm around his waist, reached out with the other for her brother, and looked over the three of them.

"Too soon, Kashaw. No jokes about getting people killed. And no getting killed. Any of you. You," she glared at Kash, "Because I'm not explaining to Zahra how I let it happen. And the two of you, because even once is too many times for me to see that. Let alone twice, Percival.

"Now, is someone going to show me where we can get a drink, or am I going to have to find it myself?"