"Like... 'I survived a magic nightmare trap and all I got was this crappy t-shirt'. Or, 'Not allowed within five feet of the Oak and Iron for alcohol related misconduct'... Okay, maybe that one's a little too specific. Not that that's ever happened to me."

But somebody, surely.

Anyway, the feeling is mutual. A slow tune gives her brain reprieve from the party's flittering energy, which drains her faster than she'd like to admit. CT is steady, her steps balanced where Ripley's own sometimes fail to land properly.