<strong>Kira</strong><br/><br/>She nodded and went to rummage through the dry clothing. She found a blanket they salvaged and wrapped it around her to keep warm. "You're right, you are a mean mother fucker," she giggled, "a true gentleman would have offered that jacket." Kira laughed again and sat closer to him now, feeling safe. "Desmond, you can stay here as long as you want. Mean mother Fucker or not, you're good to have around."