[There's a hitch in the conversation, an odd off-beat where she stares a little too long, sits a little too stiff. The blink and you'll miss it kind of thing that would have flown under the radar of a less obsessively observant kind of guy. And he ought to write it off as unimportant—the understandable kind of nerves that might come from talking to a killjoy about a brush with much more immediate danger before the adrenaline even gets a chance to filter out. But she doesn't seem too shaken up about the matter, otherwise. Just the opposite, in fact. Before getting down to business—]
I can see that. Maybe you ought to look into a little change in occupation.
[Not the best thing to say in the middle of her workplace, but he's joking. (Probably.) Either way gave them hell isn't at all exaggerating, in this case. Takes a lot of nerve to chase off a bunch of armed hijackers all by yourself. Well, good for her. The blood won't get them an ID, but it sure does get her some just desserts while he works on the rest.]
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I can see that. Maybe you ought to look into a little change in occupation.
[Not the best thing to say in the middle of her workplace, but he's joking. (Probably.) Either way gave them hell isn't at all exaggerating, in this case. Takes a lot of nerve to chase off a bunch of armed hijackers all by yourself. Well, good for her. The blood won't get them an ID, but it sure does get her some just desserts while he works on the rest.]