NOTE 2: Shauna is dangerous now. Not because she's angry. Because she's quiet. Do not leave her alone with the butcher knife.
(softly) I know. I know it worked.
Lottie stands. She walks to the creek, where the dark water flows sluggish beneath a skin of ice. She kneels and plunges her hands in. The cold should burn. It doesn't. It feels like anointing. yellowjackets s02e09 bd5
The smoke from the funeral pyre is a greasy finger smeared across a bruised sky. The cabin is silent, save for the wet, percussive sound of someone sharpening a blade. NOTE 2: Shauna is dangerous now
Misty nods, tapping the knife handle against her palm. Tap. Tap. Tap. save for the wet