[From the other side of the fire she takes a sweeping, dramatic bow-- there isn't too much notice being taken yet, but they certainly seem to have begun to garner an audience. One or two of the figures that surround them are now glancing her way, and in the darkness she can't quite make out their expressions but they don't seem to be filled with fury.]

Fuck yeah!

[She self-congratulates, albeit more muted than it would have been were they not trying to keep a low profile. For the moment.]

Nah, hold on. I'm heading back over the boring old normal way. I don't wanna take all the infamy for myself when you haven't had a turn yet!

[Because that would be totally selfish, right? So instead she walks around to his side of the fire, something of a swagger in her stride, and retrieves her cloak.]

Thanks, man. You're up!