[purses lips, seems to think hard] There's a place I go, usually when the aftermath of zeroeing's hitting me hard. It's nice. There's no one to judge there.
I don’t care what people think, Bruce — they tend to think whatever the hell they want, anyway.
[ It was the danger that kept her hiding; she wasn’t so naive as to think she could overcome everyone and everything, though she’d definitely try. ]
— where?













