Last spark from the ashes

"What're you thinking for supper, anyway?" It doesn't matter much to Siri what Steve chooses, but he'd mentioned grabbing food on the way back so it doesn't hurt to prompt her Guardian to consider his options a bit.

"Something easy. Sandwich if Mina's place is open this far past sunset. I don't know about you two but I'm beat." Watching kids and meeting New-Old friends (and some who weren't so friendly) has been exhausting in a way that running patrols out in the Cosmodrome just hasn't been. He wants to sit down and...maybe clean his weapons.

Steve's a little afraid of what might come out if he put pen to paper tonight to draw.

Siri comes to a full stop rather than answering Steve right away. At first Ghost won't get anything in reply back from her except a sharp burst of garbage data that's as grating as a squawk if she'd verbalized. Belatedly she bobs and gives Steve a distracted noise of agreement.

//What? What exactly happened back there? She knows to target ghosts? She would actually try to?!//