Betty's wink told Deprave just about everything he needed to know. Oh, he'd definitely gotten her, that was for sure... or, she'd decided to go for him? He wasn't exactly sure. And maybe Weaver too, since she'd just called him a Mayan deity. 'You're damn right I'm a fuckin' deity,' he responded, flexing one arm to show off a bicep to both the torn-up rabbit and the short lizard. 'Y'know, back in my day, there were-'

And then the runt interrupted him, because apparently some little tiny people outside the windows were somehow "threatening". That was what a fairie was, right? Bah. Either way, the twerp was being antsy for no good reason... no, wait, hang on. They could be spirits. Not likely, since the RV was moving pretty fast, but maybe... not that Deprave was too concerned about that either.

'If you're worried, you can keep your eyes peeled for the rest of the group,' he muttered, heading back down the van, 'because I'm pretty sure it's no big deal in my book.' He of course knew what books were, like paper versions of the dataslab he had in one pocket, but which could only fit a limited amount of info on to them. Much less useful, he felt, than the all-access hardware resting across his back right now. And less important still than his current conquest... and he supposed, since she had it, the mug in her hand. Actually, a drink or five sounded good right about now.

'Mind if I take a swig of that, little lizard lady?' he asked, taking a seat reasonably near her and holding a hand out for the Power-Pint. He was pretty sure he'd be able to trick the thing into pouring a stream of beer or whatever into his mouth if he held it just right, and he wanted to test the idea out a little.