all it takes is gas to burn a city down with matches

Melita

yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard

Ignorant, and probably indifferent, to the tides churning and turning around her, Melita kept up her discussion with Rhiannon for a while, munching on the variety of snacks on her plate, before Jack appeared nearby. Turning her head and arching her brow, she heaved a sigh, gesturing a goodbye to the Halovian soldier, and rising from her chair. She at least followed the key directions – bringing her liquor – while heaving a childish sigh. “Did…something happen?” Her first assumption was Flora – but based on her quick glances to the Doubletake – nothing seemed awry. Next was the Ark, but she was fairly certain the Captain would’ve been racing off to fend whatever occurred upon or to the ship.

I am the ocean and the battered shore
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury