Am I afraid of the dark? [ She takes Deb's bottle after setting hers aside, a self-satisfied smirk drawn softly on her lips. There's a little more confidence when she looks down at her guest, second cap pried off with bottle opener, thinking of the many ways she's used darkness before. Her ammunition is also her weakness, though — lock her in a room without a light source and Cellar Spider is just a girl trapped in a box. So: yes and no, but mostly ] No.
no subject
[ Debra gets her bottle back. ]
How's the water?