A stretch of English coastline has been decimated by a nuclear accident, but Lucy Kirkwood's play aims to tackle something even more toxic and enduring than fallout: aging boomers. We open on Rose as she nurses a bloody nose; it seems she paid a surprise visit to the cottage of fellow former nuclear physicists Robin and Hazel, and Hazel, who had heard Rose was dead, and who has complicated feelings about her old colleague besides, had a rather violent reaction. Oops, but not really — that rather sets the tone for the polite/prickly conversation that follows. The tension increases once hubby Robin shows up — he's been off tending irradiated cows, because what else is there to do once you've ruined the world?— and starts pouring homebrew. Kirkwood's chain reaction builds slowly, patiently — gradually revealing character and consequence, and Moxie's cast has her creation well in hand. The two-word adverb-adjective for this one? Quietly savage. (And not unfunny!)