It's not hard to find Rey, in the aftermath. Maketh survived the event without participating it, which she's calling a victory in her own right. The duck, however, she has tossed into the lake. She was tempted to set it on fire - or something equally childish - but refrained. Who knows what the little thing is made of? It might be toxic.

She sits down next to Rey without a word, holding out a bottle. Whiskey. Maketh has already made good headway on it.