If it comes to it he's pretty sure he'll win a fight. He's not sure he'd manage it without her doing some damage-- he's seen enough to guess at that. Heard about what she did and had a good laugh at it-- deep and ugly, long enough to get the side-eye from the green shit who told him, but fuck that, it ain't his business and it's been a long goddamn time since anyone did something so fucked-up that it reminded him of himself when he was young.

Maybe that's why he kinda likes her, and why he kinda wants to throw her off a cliff.

"So let's quit talkin'," he ventures, slow and easy. She's had that gun on him too long, he thinks; it's not quite losing her nerve but she's not gonna shoot him unless he works for it, and that's not why he's out here.

"Maybe I just wanna stretch my legs." He grins to make sure she knows that's total bullshit, and also perfectly serious: if she's going for a walk, they're going for a walk.