"Yeah." Nix's expression clouds over: she's wondering if her birth parents are still alive in Reid's universe, or if they even exist at all. Gryff takes a long drag on his cigarette, shaking her shoulder lightly.

"Smile, Baldy. Lookin' like a hen left out in the rain's my job."

That makes her grin and poke her tongue out. "Cheeky bastard."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Gryff rolls his eyes at her, smirking at Reid. "She's so mean to me."

"You're both as bad as the other," Threnody declares. "Hey, did you two hear about Eden's run-in with the Ripper?"

"How could we?" demands Nix. "We only just got here. What happened?"

"Let Eden tell it, Threnody," Meda interrupts. "She'll play hell if she doesn't. Reckon you can cope with a bit more of our mob, Spencer? I don't think I've seen that girl on her own once since I've met her."