Lappland strutted into your office as if it were her room. The door slammed open and you heard the unsettling scratching of her weapon against the floor. “Hi. Hope you don’t mind weapons,” she announced her arrival with a grunt and stopped in the middle of the room.

A pause.

Her gaze examined the room through narrowed eyelids. “I’m gonna sit here,” she walked over to your desk and… sat on it. The blade she carried everywhere was thrown carelessly on the floor.

“Have you seen Texas?”