Again, he huffs a laugh. Fuck, he wouldn't wanna see what it'd take to get her to shut her stupid mouth. Might be nothing will til she's dead.

"Not a thing," he agrees, leaning back against the door, getting comfortable. Best you can, anyway, in a piece of shit rustbucket that smells like something died in it because something did. Hardly notices it anymore, really.

"So whatcha wanna know?"