It... it was a Rikku knock. There wasn't a knock in quite the same flavor of chipper as a Rikku knock. It was. Well.

It was a Monday-after-a-fucked-weekend-knock.

And here was Reno, crouched over a bin, retching. Swallow it. Swallow it. Wipe his mouth on his sleeve. Swallow it. ... "Yeah," he finally said. Maybe she'd even hear it.