I mean, hey. If you wanna roll the dice on that, be my guest.

[ She's sore all over; she's going to be black and blue everywhere by tomorrow. But at least her face is still in one piece. Small favors.

She's got to lean back against his weight — he's big. Six feet, easy, with probably a hundred pounds on her, and she sends up a short, silent thanks to Dolls for all the training. ]

But you complimented my gun, so I'd like to keep you around for a while.