[ Hell hasn’t been so bad, has it? She’d been willing to try her luck with a gun pressed to her own head when she’d first shown up - but things are different now. She isn’t sure how or when it all happened, but there’s a life here for her. People she cares about. It’s bittersweet - and hard for her to admit out loud. ]

We’re just like dogs, you and me [ Wryly: ] Don’t know too many tricks. Just bark and bite when we have to.

[ Another drink. The alcohol always makes it easier to talk. Or at least it gives her the excuse. ]

It’s good here, in a lot of ways. Sometimes that keeps me up at night.