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It's not all zombie Nazis and dragons all the time. There are breaks in their quest, times when Babydoll and Sweet Pea are off planning (or whatever). That's when Amber, Blondie, and Rocket can let down their guards some, let down their hair, let their hands stray, and go from handling guns to the softer surfaces of each other. Rocket's lip uncurls and she puts that smart mouth to better use; Blondie can be vulnerable and nothing hurts unless she wants it to; and the only explosions Amber feels are the little earthquakes that run through her when she comes.