"Damn, good eye," Kerrigan says with a nod. She almost reaches for her rifle to swing it to a patrol carry before she remembers it's just a very expensive club right now. "You want point or rea—"

At that moment, the multiverse remembers things aren't allowed to go smoothly for either of them, and thus Kerrigan delivers the final r to midair as she's teleported back to the slightly-on-fire fairgrounds.

"What the fuck."