Shock ignored her presence for a moment, more focused on the streets below. She clasped the cigarette between two fingers and let it burn for a moment, as though pondering if she wanted the rest of it or not. Finally, she took another drag, but didn't face Carver when she finally spoke.

"...I'm gonna stuff her coffin full of garlic," she said. "With her [i]in it[/i]."

When it came to any of the tricksters, such a statement could be venting. It could also be a legitimate plan for vengeance, and Shock didn't indicate either way.

"Maybe even rub it straight into the wood."

~~~

"Then maybe they should just fight and get it over with," Lock said as he flicked a bit of ash.

Unlike Shock, who enjoyed an occasional cigarette because of the potential damage she could do with it, Lock found the burning smell fairly calming. Something about it put him at ease, a deep, visceral need that eased his mind and soothed his soul. He took another drag, then turned to Lillith.

"Well, she got her wish," Lock said with a smirk.

With his petty vengeance, admittedly, but it was one thing for him or Barrel to get on Shock's nerves. It was another thing entirely for Carmilla to do it. He finished the cigarette and snuffed it against the floor, then hid the remains behind one of the coffins. His tail slid under her skirt and played at her ankles, as a small test to his girlfriend's mood.