By the gods, it was like dealing with myself circa four years ago.

An insufferable, passive-aggressive, not-giving-a-fuck damp rag.

Is this what I put everyone else through before I left the Crimson Hands the first time? Shit, I owed an awful lot of people an awful lot of apology cards.

I considered Red's offer for a cup of cocoa. Ten coins said that it wasn't for conversational purposes, given what she had devolved into. She probably wanted to attend to some more business.

But, I had about twenty-two more hours to kill before my teleportation stone regained a full charge, so I had nothing better to do in these frozen wastes.

"Sure," I said with a shrug. "I can stay for a cup or two."