Resting her head against the back of the sofa, Molotov closes her eye and lets out a little chuckle. "We are fucked, aren't we, Spike?" she says. She might be a little buzzed on this bottomless cocoa. "Paradisa is probably as good as it gets for either of us, or for me at least, and all for the small, small price of monsters and living in some kind of nightmare fairytale."

She goes quiet again, blinking at the ceiling, her face soft without all of its usual makeup. "This goddamn place."