Carter touches her book, considering, her shoulders straightening back up. They're not just twins anymore. Even though they're reunited now, they can't sit here and talk about the party, the people here, the drinks. They were some of the most trusted members of a community and they're trying to pull off a war.

"So many. They'd be a good resource. If they were willing to participate. They might. Alcohol spreads fast, if it's on fire. Roasts a lot of bodies at once."

She realizes too late she's talking to her sister, who's drunk and liable to nausea, about viscerally disgusting things and silently winces to apologize for getting carried away here.