Crabb moves to brace the bag. Erin's got a good half foot on her, but where Erin is slender and surprisingly stiff, Crabb is built compact and solid, what you see is what you get. She watches the way Erin moves, the stance that's tighter than Crabb's ever is, but what Crabb lacks in technique she's always made up for in other ways. She's got a knack for finishing a fight in as few blows as possible and making her opponents take each other out.

"That explains the gunpowder." It's an idle comment as she turns the rest over in her head. "We got a New York. Might not be the same population, mind, but... I get the picture. You're scarce. Scarce enough that between numbers and some illusion you could hide easy, yeah? Until... something happened. You said 'most' of history and I can see all that now."