Tess leaves the talking to Joel. The last time she had talked to this woman, it hadn't ended on a good note. She stays where she is and taps her skate-as-a-weapon against the side of her leg, restless, still dressed in that ridiculous 80s get up with the pushed up shoulders and the short short way too short silver skirt.

Hopefully the girls found that clothing store, they could bring something back for her or she'll go when they come back.

"We already met," Tess answers in a dry tone, watching how Venus had straightened up, standing there alongside Joel as she takes in Venus' injuries.

They'd really done a number on her, a good number, while Tess only had the splatter of blood on her face and the bruising angry looking cut under her left eye at her cheekbone, the bad hip that made her feel like she was sixty and not thirty-eight.