"No one here is getting stabbed," she promises and she's feeling a little more calm now, a lot more exhausted, the laughing having worn her out even more. "I would never really stab anyone. Way too creepy and personal." She's been stabbed, she knows what it's like to be on the pointy end of that knife and she's really not interested in being on the other end either.

"Yeah, I like it, too," she says, rubbing her foot against his good leg. "When I first got here I used to go for walks sometimes super late, but then I got mugged, so I kind of stopped that. I'd go with you, though. Probably less likely to get mugged when there's two of us, huh?" Or maybe more likely, because it means more money. She's still annoyed about that guy making off with pretty much everything she'd had to her name at the time.