Antigone shot a look sideways at her in the middle of a tear. There was something very familiar about her - aside from the immortality.
In the distance; a siren, and Antigone was almost completely sure that it wasn't a siren aimed at them (she had been hearing sirens all night) but it was still a timely reminder to get a move on. She finished her rip and dumped the ragged bits onto the ground - if there was time, she was dragging them into a skip, but for now they could lie on the concrete, think about what they'd done.