"Hey Pike," Mac said around the little screwdriver between his teeth, barely thinking about the usual effort he made to hide the state of his mouth around anyone. He was too deep in thought to worry much about what the people around him were thinking.

"Decent. You on more of your holy shit?" he asked, glancing up at her, nothing but fondness in his eyes as he winked. He didn't get the whole religion thing himself. His world didn't lend itself to believing in anything. Seemed to work for them, though.