Maker damned rifts. It figures Korrin is all about that freaky green shit. But Lena has to admit that in the right hands, what it can accomplish is pretty great. They can talk more about it later.

"Time to clear this place out," she says, nudging the kerchief back up to the top of her nose bridge before leaping forward in a somersault and coming up onto one knee, jamming a knife in between a hurlock's ribs.