Crabb raises her glass to match, snorting softly before lowering it to take a swig. "Damn right. Christ, if he turns up here... you and me ain't the only people he'd have to worry about, he ain't stand a chance in Hell. Bleedin' Erin alone..."

She gives a low whistle. He would be screwed. And this is before she even knows that Smith will take his turn in the same memory, or before Valdis finds out about Cragen. The list just... grows.