"You got that goddamn fuckin' right," Eliot muttered. "Trixie, might I trouble you for the favor of askin' Jane Canary for the loan of some more reasonable fucking clothes?"

"What makes you think she's got more than the one set?" Trixie asked. Eliot tilted his head and nodded as he closed the door behind him and Kathy. That was a fair point.

". . . You know, I could swear last time I looked this place was still under construction."