Takeshi straps himself in, perhaps one of the few not exactly overjoyed to be returning to Earth, but eager for it in a way. She was there, somewhere. That bitch who killed Vivian. Takeshi knew he hadn't really known the girl, had barely spoken to her. But she had been kind to him, the first person in a long time. He would kill them all for that, if nothing else. He would peel the flesh from their bones, boil their blood in his breath, and hang their corpses from the roofs of their homes.
Hey! No one's asking you to smell it.
When he responds to Sloane, her eyes narrow and she stares a hole into Casimir's skull. "Like what?"
"I'm all for you trying to calm her down, but if that doesn't work. I don't want to get slammed into the ground any more than I have to, love."
"You are just going to have to trust me. She is not the raving, violent brute you seem to think she is. I have seen her only use violence as a last resort, regardless of how angry she is."