There was a story there, and Cindy wanted to know it. But she'll have to wait till they're out of this place. It seems like the kind of story you really need to sit down and savor.

"What can I say, I like fairytales. They're good for real world comparisons." And this girl could be Gretel. Really, Gretel was a badass. Her brother was one fucked up guy, with his whole vendetta against witches, which then just switched to everyone he deemed 'immoral'. But Gretel was learning magic herself. A real badass.

"I couldn't pull it off, even if I wanted to." Cindy shook her head, letting her hand drop back to her side. Not the iron plate, then. But the belt. That she could use, so she leans back in, pulling it apart.

"Okay, not double oh six." She looked at her with a grin. "So if you don't want to be a fat cat, and not a dead once a month girl, please tell me you're not going to go find a nice ocean close by and walk into it."