"...I had a power source..." But Vika's reflexive bitterness can't last long; the snow falling on her face turns her scowl into a frown, and then back into that lost expression. "...A power source no one here could maintain. First Aid has the know-how but where the fuck is anyone gonna get fucking uranium - scratch that, even if they could get it how do they keep the demons from shoving it straight up their asses and learning nuclear fire. That's the last thing we need. And...if they can't work with it, can't fix it...then..."

"...They'd never be able to tune up my shell..."