"Yeah, it'd be pretty tight," Nikki admitted, managing to hide the eagerness in her voice. If her son was here then she wanted to see him eventually, even if he was older and taller than she remembered. How warped had the first four years of his life made him? Of course, if Bernard had raised him after she'd died then he'd probably fixed all that. Growing up with Bernard, Nikki was surprised Robin wasn't a complete square.
She grinned one last time before slipping the picture into her wallet and putting that back in her pocket. "God, I was seven months with him when I had my Cruciamentum...." she trailed off and shook her head.
"Anyway," she said, finally lighting up a smoke when they stepped outside. It helped, got her away from mother and put her back into slayer. "The fuck you gotta do to open a Hellmouth? Thought the whole idea was to keep that thing as closed as possible. Make sure it can't leak out the energy that keeps it attracting all the freaks."