[ She's seen plenty of places that were more like hell than this one. The bombed out shells of what was once people's homes. Trenches. Prison camps. This place is a paradise compared to that. There's convenience stores, for fuck's sake. Must be some kind of irony in all that. But right now? She's definitely not complaining. Whatever the reality of their circumstances, some part of her is grateful to have wandered in tonight and found Kim Kitsuragi there, sitting behind the counter. ]

Don't know if skills really matter all that much. [ Dryly: ] I've got plenty. Had a long time to get good at a lot of shit. Haven't done much with it since I got here except get into bar fights.

[ Seeing Kim lean back, apparently finished, she lifts a hand to lightly skim her fingertips over the stitches. Seems like they'll hold. After a moment, with an odd note of something almost rueful in her voice: ]

Think that's gonna leave a mark.