Oh, sure. If you call picking through scrap heaps fun.

[Chloe takes a swig of the drink, finds Ros's assessment right on target when warmth washes over her tongue, chased by sweetness and tailed by a low, steady heat in the back of her throat. Damn good mix.] Which I do.

Two generators and a couple of canisters of fuel. You may begin the round of applause-- [wait for it...] now.