"Oh that would be mean," Anja snickers. "See? We really could be being so much worse, and you both know it."

South stares at Fi and Anja for a good few seconds in silence, blinking, then she drags a hand dramatically down her face and shakes her head with an equally dramatic groan. "This is unfair. Like, fucking ridiculously unfair."

At least with Brand they're both suffering, and know each other well enough by now not to push their luck—which kind of proves Fi's point, but, whatever, that's arguably the least of her worries. She fucking dreads to think how this is going to go down with certain other folks who will likely enjoy Anja's bullshit.

"We're so fuckin' screwed."