They're camped out on that old grocery store roof, as they will be until late into tomorrow night once they're extracted from the mission point. It's too dark to safely set up traps, so the group of four has retreated for the night; split off by gender simply through circumstance.

Or rather, "Like, if we weren't here right now, how long do you think it would take them to start going at it?" She gossips at Carter, her expression contorted by the long shadows cast from the fire set on the other side of the roof (near the men) on a small steel plate they'd found. "Like have you seen Jonah's hover hands, he's so fucking ready to make a move and I'm here for it." Court all but stage whispers.