"Bitchin'," Broen said, grabbing Adrastia by the hand. Dragging her along, he planned a route to the bus stop. "So what can you do now? I have guesses, but I wanna hear."
He was excited, in a way. Much as he hated to admit it, he loved putting on a costume and bashing heads. Didn't matter whose, really. He missed it, even if just thinking that even to himself made him queasy.