It was the day after that when Mistletoe decided to go get her friend to bring to the hotel. In a fit of paranoia, you sent Rose after her as backup.
Forty-eight hours later, Rose came back with her hair and clothes covered in scorch marks, dragging Mistletoe over one shoulder.
"And this is why you don't fucking try to blow up cars!" Rose yelled, in the one time you'd seen someone get her legitametly angry. "There's always shit that goes wrong when you blow things up, and they were nearly in the ambush area, but nooo, you have to go 'oh I can take care of that paddy wagon' and then it cooks off and then KABOOM you idiot useless lesbian!"
"mrglbrg." Mistletoe muttered back.
Groaning, you looked at the two. "Any medical issues?"
"None. Also, Chris is behind us." Rose grumped, before slinging Mistletoe in a chair. "I'm gonna get a shower."