Because Sal was already in a piss-poor mood, Una's arrival didn't help much. Especially since she'd told the banshee to look out the window when she was finished. Now the surprise was ruined.
For a split second, Sal wondered about Una and the outdoor temperatures, but then remembered that the pink woman was dead and it didn't really matter. So Sal looked over her shoulder and waved shortly, donning the cheesiest smile. While they had seen each other in Niflheim, it had been some time since they'd properly spoken to one another.
"Hey, Wonderbread! You caught me getting ready!" But the smile slipped substantially when Una asked to help. She was the territorial sort - with guns, victims, pet projects. And as this was her way to relieve stress, it wasn't exactly her idea of group therapy. So Sal flicked her knife in the direction of an aborted fetus, umbilical cord and all, on the floor nearby. "Start with that and then I'll see."