“… Then why don’t you scram, huh? No one’s keepin’ ya here.”

|| /̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿—;; “Scram? I’m not some fuckin’ alley cat, I’ll stay where I damn well wanna stay.”
|| /̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿—;; “No?” That seemed to agitate her all the further; one of her Beretta pistols were withdrawn from...
“… Hmph.” That was practically a straightforward offer to start a fight. In all honesty, he wouldn’t mind knocking this...