Is Caedra normal where you're from? [ Like she has any room to talk!

Real or not, the smell of coffee is encouragement enough for Boss to finish up - or rush - what she's doing. She scrambles out of the bathroom with her hair still damp and her clothes still stained with blood. They're not soaking with it anymore, but it's obvious that the stains are going to set in there. ]

Uh, yeah. Was the president. 'Fore it blew up, I mean. You heard of it?

[ The words are so casual as she makes herself at home making a cup of coffee. ... Which she takes a sip of and nearly chokes on. ] Fuck! It's been a while, this how it always tasted?