[It takes every bit of self-control within her to not return the noise of disdain or roll her eyes upon hearing his groan or his question. Lightning came here to get paid and that's what she intends to do, Caius or no Caius.]

No. Fresh out. [She can at least admit that. She's tried her sword and her bullets...] These things just keep crawling, even after you take 'em down.

[As if right on cue, the shattered bones start to shake on the grass and one of the arms starts to creep towards them, pulling itself along with its skinny fingers in the dirt.]

And I'm not sure the locals'd appreciate us blowing up an entire cemetery to get rid of them.

['Us' in this context still feels weird to say, and the sourness in her voice makes that very clear.]