Easy-going wasn’t a word people used to describe Lara, usually. Driven, yes. Obsessive, yes. Crazy-ass, on more than one occasion. But she was in a good mood and there was no clock to race: easy-going wasn’t the worst descriptor at the moment.

She turned as indicated, then looked back over her shoulder. “I don’t actually know what’s back there. All my friend said was ‘it’s not pretty’.” Which probably meant more scars, eventually.