“You can get in, though, right?” Her head turned to give Jason a flat stare, her hand not pausing as she continued to draw without looking. “Sorry,” Jason said, holding up his hands in surrender. “You can get in, right?” Farrah muttered, turning her attention back to her work. “You don’t hear me questioning whether you can slowly and horrifically kill someone, making their final moments of life a terrifying ordeal of pain and despair. I just trust you to do what you do.”
