Tom's Diner

As soon as you've realized who it is, you silently summon two curved, cursed dual daggers. You grip them tight, ready to fight.
"You're the bitch who burned L.A.." You forcefully blurt out with a furrow of your brow. Might be a severe suggestion, but it's the truth.
Sol pipes up. His words surprise you. He defends her. "Hey, now. It was a team effort." He furrows his own brow.
"Hey. It might have been my powers," she begins, momentarily pausing and pursing her lips. She quickly resumes. "But... I was not in control of my body."
You let your knives slowly dissipate, filling your clutch with the sensation of emptiness.
"Well, I spent most of my time... Researching," Sol fibbed, his finger on his lip. "And then I spent the summer in Abaddon. Training and stuff."
Sierra Nevada gave a mildly impressed look. It seems as if she was familiar with this Abaddon character, though you were not.
"Abaddon?" you ask. You want an answer from either of them, really, but you would probably prefer it to come from Sol.
To Sierra, it is natural that you don't know anything about this Abaddon figure.
"Aren't you familiar with the Void?" he asks, rather inquisitively.
"I mean... I go there, to grab things, yeah, but I don't usually stay for more than a few seconds..."
(Sierra tells Sol she blew up Demonhead's actual head a few months ago)
"Well... The victim always returns to the scene of the crime, doesn't he?" Sol suggested, accompanied with the raise of an eyebrow.
You had faith in the boy, especially following his reverent return, but based on the conflicting eyebrow raises from the opposite side of the dining table, Sierra did not. She sincerely questioned whether or not he had suggested that just out of a morbid curiosity to see the modern post-apocalypse of Los Angeles, which in Sol's case, was a very likely option.