"I can do that," Serranai agrees, and with an upwards wave of her hand, a rock pries itself from the ground below, pushing itself above the surface just inside the cattle fence. Light carves itself through the stone, inscribing 'JOHN RAMBO' into the surface of the stone. A few bright orange day lilies spring up around it like a wreath. Hardy things that can grow anywhere there's light.

"Howzat?"

The gesture, she hopes, will take some weight off of Radar's shoulders. One less thing to be done.