"That'll be my secret plan to get explosives from you," Elena laughed. "Okay. Edible, no-sunlight plants. I'll see what I can scrounge up. Along with more titty mags and grain alcohol."

The necessities in life.

"I might be ... coming back now and then," she said, trying not to bounce too obviously over that. "For missions, on weekends when I'm not too busy. If you guys need the help."

Still a Turk. It was pretty fucking sweet.