Yeah, they make weapons for the people that come in through windows. [Is that humor too dark? Eh, maybe. It's still comparatively G rated when held up to some of the shit they've both been through. A smirk lingers on her lips as she comes to a stop at the end of the block long enough to check for traffic. And then she just jaywalks right across the street to the other side.

She hums her agreement to his question.] If someone's going to come after me, they're not going to want to do it through the mail. [Practically impossible to confirm the damage that way. No, anyone out there that still has a vendetta against her is going to want to see the look in her eyes when they come for her.

Look, for all her talk about getting back on the road to normal, normal is still a malleable concept when the start of the path is 'exhaustively trained Russian state agents.' With her brow arched, her head tips so she can flash him a little grin.] Is your internet connection secure?