"That's no fun. I think I can, if I want." Not that she makes any move to do so (yet). "Lucky for you, I don't usually do kids' games." Wickets and flamingos? No thanks. She prefers darts and pool cues. And guns. Target practice counts.

Another shrug. "You asked why we're here. That seems like it. Not that we've gotta do what we're supposed to do."

She glances at the garden, unimpressed by the drippy painted flowers. She gives her bird an experimental swing in Howard's direction, but without hitting him. "I'd rather get out of here. Find someplace better. What about you, big guy?"