Very much so. Not quite in the same sense that Zack is-- Heather's just a tough kid with street smarts and the know-how to fire a gun. .... Well, that, and she's the (unwilling) holy figure of a twisted cult and the mother of an aborted demon god. Y'know, nothing special.

"Application of vocabulary, two bonus points," Heather commented on his clever use of the new (and relevant!) word. "I'm pretty sure it IS super corrosive."

She leaned down to scoop the unneeded materials into her pack before gripping the bucket's handle carefully and lifting it up.

"Good plan-- uhnf. Keep an eye out for a decent branch. We've got plenty of rope so that won't be an issue."