Rhiannon tapped her quarters against the table. “Hang on a sec.” She got up and went to the machine. Even if she wasn’t there to hear her songs, she felt a civic duty to rescue the other patrons from whatever random tracks the jukebox kicked out. She had seen the selections before and knew exactly how much ABBA was on file. She fed the coins, pressed a few numbers, and returned to where Cian fiddled with his beer glass.

“You always fight in your animal form?” Rhiannon asked as she sat down. “I’m just wondering what I should look out for… assuming you don’t show me yourself.”