( Red has been trying to parse the other woman's soul - the strangeness of this vibrant energy that doesn't even seem like it's hers along with an energy that fits so much more. There's the metal, wine, wind, but what about the other thing? Is she possessed? But no, she seems too no-nonsense for that.

Like she'd kick the spirit's ass straight out of her body again.

She blinks, raises her eyebrows, power walks to keep up with the brisk pace, and catches the rest of what she says. )

Are you trying to rationalize the morality of stealing shit? I mean, you're right - some people have too much and some not enough. We're Robin Hood-ing.