It kinda was, actually. [ The hint of a smile touching her lips and what's perhaps the hardest to take, is that there's sincerity in those words. While the world around her went to shit, Scarlett was one of the few who actually felt like she'd found her place in it.

Another huff of laughter spills over, Scarlett lifting her gaze from what she's doing to look at Eliot. ] Bet your ass I do.

[ She'd been doing it since she was a teenager and this place? It only cemented those habits. ]

Not always something a sharp object can help with either. [ Clearly irritated by this. Vampires she could deal with, she knew the score with them, but Beacon? ] About the only certainty around here is that nothing is certain.