She strides past Kenzo, who leans in. “You love us, admit it.” She socks him right in the face, and he falls back to the chair, laughing even as blood pours from his nose. Shaking out her hand, she storms up to me, her eyes alight. “If I had my fucking gun…” “Yes, well, that’s why you don’t get weapons, you have a tendency to use them.” I smirk as I wrap an arm around her.
