<div align="center">For Ethereal Rose</div><br/>The menagerie are eerily still. The clothing that they wear masks their breathing. Because they must be, right? People cannot just stand around without breathing. But looking at them, one might believe that they are just meat statues. Unicorn moves, sometimes, because he has stuff to do. The others, though? They stand there. Sometimes one of them turns their head, just so, but not when there are eyes on them, it seems. Whatever else, though, they are not overtly hostile towards Rose. The tacit threat is there and obvious, but that is just how it is with muscle. Like when the Dogs or the Vultures back their respective leader. Only quieter, and with more discipline.<br/><br/>"Yes. Hmm. Well, I would offer to shake, but the effect, I am told, is incredibly unpleasant. And it does me no pleasure to inflict unpleasantry." Sundowner said languidly, drawing a finger slowly around the rim of his saucer. He shifted his weight slightly in the chair, and Unicorn took up the parasol once more to offer shade, adjusting the angle to Sundowner's new positioning. The mindfucker smiled, showing his perfectly straight and perfectly white teeth all too easily. It was stuff like that that made it difficult, at times, to believe that he had been exiled from the Ripper Clan for being<em>too</em>weird. The Ripper Clan that drove around in old RVs and ate people, frying them in their own rendered fat.<br/><br/>When she revealed the fate of Warner, Sundowner nodded once, and then looked off into the distance. He raised his free hand, cupping his cheek and tapping one finger against pale pink lips. Behind that finger the lower one trembled for a moment, and his blue eyes seemed cloudy with the threat of tears. It was likely that he would be the only person to have this reaction, but then,  Sundowner felt this sadness without distinction: if it were someone else in Rose's place telling him she had died, the reaction would have been much the same. Eventually, after Sundowner had his composure back, he lowered his hand and looked over at Rose once more, meeting her gaze with fleeting sorrow.<br/><br/>"It is not surprising that happened. Thank you for telling me. Unicorn," Sundowner tilted his head back to regard the named member of his menagerie, "something pleasant, for her trouble." Unicorn removed one hand from the parasol, and dug around in a pocket sewn into the orange jumpsuit he wore. After a bit of rummaging, Unicorn produced a snowglobe and placed it down on the table. Inside was a white animal of some sort or other, playing with a red ball. Bit of white swirled around within the globe, disturbed by Unicorn's rummaging, but they soon settled into place. It was a bit of luxe, worth a few days' meals or something really flash from Mother's.<br/><br/>Sundowner set the saucer and empty cup on the table. He then steepled his hands and crossed one leg over the other at the knee. "But enough about that. There is something else, no? Something from that little man you work for." Sundowner feigned having the name on the tip of his tongue. "Digits? Fingers? Phalanges? Something of that nature, I am certain."