<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I don't mind how relaxed and childish you act in here, where no-one else can see."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Keeping a wary eye on Stigga, Magda turned back to the Sister, and took advantage of that offer to stick out her tongue impishly. She giggled, too. Whatever it was she was drinking must be pretty strong, she thought, taking another sip.<br/><br/>"That sounds like an interesting convent, Sis."<br/><br/>From anyone Magda had ever met before, this<em>would</em>all have sounded ridiculous. But the calm, assured demeanour of the Sister wasn't like anything that she'd encountered; she radiated strength without seeming to try. Magda was hardly about to admit it, but it did impress her a lot more than the swaggering toughness of her gang-mates ever had. The idea of being turned across this woman's knee was unsettling in an odd, unidentified way.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"We don't want to fear each other, to worry about being attacked by our own allies. I truly feel that we can all get along very well, regardless of our variety of backgrounds."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>That last bit, at least, made perfect sense in both their worlds. "Yeah, sure we'll all get on fine - a crew's gotta be tight if you don't want it to fall apart, quick-like. And the Boss wouldn't have picked us, he didn't think we could make this work"