Marina moved over to the cabinet and focused on rummaging through it as Noa settled herself, moving around a few bottles until she pulled out a nearly empty bottle of Jack. She wasn't exactly living like a queen here at the end times, even if she was maybe the Enforcer's old lady. The term still felt weird to her, especially with Vic gone. Everything was all out of sorts with the officers gone, but all they could do was keep moving forward.
Grabbing a bottle of vodka to accompany the whiskey, she took the few steps back to the table and slid into the seat across from Noa, pushing her drink towards her. "Sorry there's not more. Got plenty of water once this runs dry, though," she said, untwisting the top of her own bottle.
"So. I suppose we should just get to it? I don't know why they haven't done anything since blowing up the wall, but it's making me really fucking nervous." If Emmanuel thought he'd wait until they were lulled into a false sense of security, he was wrong. Marina just felt more on edge as each day passed.