“First, I’m not psychotic. And second, if it wasn’t for me, you would still be sitting in that jail cell ogling your portscreen, so you owe me. Besides, they’ve already got you pegged as my accomplice. You look like an idiot in that picture, by the way.” Thorne followed her gesture to the screen. His own jail picture was blown up beside hers. “I think I look pretty good…”
