... two sweeps?

The shock shut Vriska up for half a second, maybe even a couple of seconds as she digested that information. Once it sank in a second later, though--

Two sweeps.

That was a long time--way too long for them to have survived hiding out on that stupid meteor. Which meant--!

Vriska did her best to conceal her interest. Or rather, the nature of that interest.

"Really."

She already knew, of course: Jack Noir was dead.

And she'd bet every last boondollar she knew exactly who killed him.

It was her.

Of course.