"Few pairs of pants, this one jacket. Gettin' a replacement on the jacket is gonna be tough, since things are all... touchy now, back on Gaia." Reno shrugged and considered for a moment before pulling out a bottle of rum for himself.

Might as well start on the radio drinking early, right?

"See, I'd call it a plague of squirrels, but then they might piss in my rum or somethin' to get back at me. If it was up to me to name a bunch of 'em, seein' as they're kinda providin' my weekly supply of booze for me now, I'd probably call 'em somethin' like a pride of squirrels. Like lions, you know? Better booze that way."