"Not too long..." Rhode frowned, silently counting something in her head. "We've been partners since August. Seven months?"

That was a long time, and the silence after she said it aloud made it apparent that she hadn't quite realized how long until she heard it. She recovered quickly, though, glancing to the kettle as the water began steaming.

"We're going to get all of them. One hundred, so I can be a Death Scythe."