"Gainer thinks you're all barbarians, but then, that isn't entirely untrue is it? Nothing personal, but you all are about the most sophisticated group of barbarians I'm likely to ever meet!" She laughed aloud and drank her vodka, feeling just about good and drunk at this point, and it showed on her face, in the way she smiled and laughed. "I don't know honestly. I don't even know if he would want me to go with him, or if the children would want to come either. Cynthia and I aren't close, but I'd take if she was wanted to come. I feel bad for them both. I made the choice to fight when I was old enough to be an adult. They both where swindled into this, and neither of them will quit. I just hope.... we get Cynthia back in one piece." She paused and look at her glass. "I'd probably make a terrible mother-figure anyways. The only bottle I ever have handy is this one." She shook the vodka bottle, which was getting dangerously close to empty.