Winter has come to New York, and with it, a blizzard. Ezekiel Lennox, being deterred by neither wind nor snow, has set himself to the task of clearing out the corpses from a commercial zone. He wants to put on an ice fair.
She runs off and comes back after a few seconds, clothed. "That really depends. How many people? What kind of facilities are there gonna be?"
"I figure most of the kids at the distro, and Terence says he can supply some power."
"I mean like, if there's an abandoned and only kinda-looted fast food place near where you're holding it, I can use their cooking stuff. The power is good news though."
She makes a quiet pleased 'eee' sound. "Well, cleaning up the vermin is pretty important, isn't it?"
Tabby, decked out in her fur cape and battle crown, is discussing something with the leader of what Zeke had taken to calling the bridge trolls.
"And people have been telling me you're being mean."
"That your toll is too high, and you're not letting some people through even if they can pay."