Vanya laid out the supply list across the small kitchen table, Harold hovering nearby with his own share of gear already assembled, and glanced up the moment Persephone let herself in without knocking, the same habit she'd fallen into weeks ago that Vanya had stopped bothering to correct.
"You're coming?" Vanya asked, though it wasn't really a question. Persephone rarely missed a run anymore.
"Wouldn't miss it." Persephone dropped into the empty chair, reaching for the crossbow Harold had left leaning against the wall, checking it over with the same practiced efficiency she brought to everything now. "Where are we headed?"
"Pharmacy district again," Vanya said. "We've cleared most of the easy targets. What's left is going to take longer, and I'd rather have three sets of eyes than two."
