You do look like you're a pain in somebody's arse.

( --is a concession, in its tone, to his point. )

I don't know. I've never not had anywhere to go, you know? I could probably...do something about it...if someone threatened me. I did, once, I got kidnapped and I made him let me go. I asked nicely. We were both very surprised when he stopped the car.

( the same trick would not have worked twice with the same man; he'd been unprepared for her to be anything other than what she looked like, and she'd been lucky. still. )

But if someone threatened me I'd, you know, I'd probably tell them they'd be very sorry when my godfather had them shot or something. And he isn't here.

( or effective against supernatural and superhuman threats, for that matter. she briefly, viciously resents the fact that that's her instinct; she knows better than to believe the family myth of her godfather's infallibility, but it is the old standby. something goes wrong - call seven. he'll fix it.

well, he isn't here. and neither is anyone else. she'll have to adapt. )