Blackout
West Point 
Rider pokes at some bacon and eggs in a pan while waiting. She produces a small tin full of self rolled tobacco. As Sia, Blaze, and Flame exit the pocket Rider takes one and lights it on the camp fire. 
"I am her. I don't like questions. Like money. And love a good fight. And you are apparently into some weird shit." Rider says looking at the giant fox and foxgirl behind Sia. Her cigarette bounces between her lips as she speaks. Chron sniffs towards the pocket where Ghual still remains. Ryder takes note and shifts uneasily. "How long does it take to put clothes back on? Or are you the only ones joining me?" Rider takes a drag, stabs a cut of bacon with her knife, chomps into it, and takes a drink before exhaling a small cloud of smoke.