"For all intents and purposes," says Iman, looking up at her with a small, sharp grin. "That was pretty badass."

She straightens up and wipes herself off, more or less. "All right then. Shall we?"

The journey to the park is slightly less fraught, a miraculously clear shot. The park itself is a mostly flat fucking surface crawling with scattered clusters of undead. The procession is slow and stubborn, lit with scattered slicing and punching.

"Look," she's snapping after an uncertain amount of exploration. "If you want to try getting off this rock you are welcome, I'm just saying, and it's not cynicism, it's not going to-"

She cuts herself off as her eyes drift over the horizon and land on - is that a castle?

"Okay," she says, and points to it. "That's where we're going. Happy?"