[that makes her laugh - makes her sigh out a little, too, as she thinks about it. what a rush. a pause, as she shifts to settle her arms around his shoulders, as she brings a hand up to stroke through his hair absently.]

I did promise you we'd paint the city red. [she hums, with a little grin.] And you, you're a fucking whirlwind out there. I've never seen a better shot than you, and I've seen some shit.

[it felt... cathartic, she thinks, to finally cash in on it. wipe out the bad, and start over with the good.]

Watched you shoot one of the fuckers right between the eyes without looking. Hottest thing I've ever seen.