He takes Callie’s hand. “Apparently, we’re hanging out while these guys plot how to take down all the bad guys with their pew pews.” “I already told you,” Atlas complains. “Calling guns pew pews diminishes how lethal they are.” “Sorry. Pointy bang bangs. Is that better?” Lemon looks up at Atlas, but when he glares back, Lemon says, “Love you. Okay, bye.”
