"If you use it to sneak up on me in the dark, I might shoot you." She says it off the cuff, the kind of humour that fails and withers away. Not like when she says something shit to Kevin and act like everyone hates him, that they are in on the joke (the joke is Kevin's existence). It's one of those things she tries to be casual about and still can't really manage... And yet, sadly, it's the truth. She doesn't take surprises all that well, any more.

"Flying foxes aren't that scary, they just get their names cursed when they eat someone's prize winning veggie patch. Mrs.Bradshaw chucked the biggest hissy I ever saw when they got her persimmons." Letting the teasing go, her expression sobers again. "There's a lot of unfair old wives tales about bats. I reckon they're pretty okay."

Dissatisfied with Steph's answer, or maybe just what she feels are the implications, she huffs irritably. "They fired you fr risking your life to help people and then there's other people that lie to you." She lets that just sink in for a few minutes. "They sound like a bunch of dickheads, these other vigilantes or whatever they are."