fear and femininity

"Was anyone caught?"

"For what?"

Freya learned from an early age that women protect other women, so her immediate reaction when she saw the teen throw the bottle at the officer was to pick it up and chuck it back, smiling with pleasure as it knocked right into the back of his head. She turned to her with a grin, "When they hit, hit back. Harder. You don't have that badge for show, right?"

I'm fine, get the hell off me.

"This place is not nearly as good as Rousseau’s."

"God, I know. Of all the restaurants to set a bomb off outside of, they choose the only one with decent food."

It’s been multiple times over the years. And I was talking about last week. 

Stop talking out of your ass, Archer.

I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you. I was too busy remembering that time you lost a pencil in your hair for a week.

That was one time. And I was like, 5 years old!

No it’s not. Mine has a scratch on the back—oh.

Guess we know which one of us got the smarts.

Is this your key?

About the same. I keep finding places that make me want to stay.

This place is interesting, isn't it?

"Mom, I've been scouting this place out for months. I know it. Let me help."

"Everyone makes mistakes. Even those who tweet."

"Rarely."

"Kids will believe anything, really.”

"And it's up to us to take advantage of their naivety."

Little bit.

I have no idea if I should take that as a compliment.

"Ice cream is the least of my worries right now. Do you see any bandages?"

"Bandages? Uh.." She turned in a half-circle, bending down slightly to dig around the shelf. "Here!" She cried, victorious. "Last box!"

“ no, miss steele. i am actually giving an angel their wings if you must know. “

"Or destroying them. But to each their own, I guess."