"There were onesies too. For adults." That was the worst part. No, actually the worst part was that some of the adults here had actually worn the onesie. Not just worn it but enjoyed the experience. There was something messed up about that.

"Bullets don't really bother me," her tone is undeniably tinted with a degree of cockiness. She arches an eyebrow at the mention of the brother being a sniper though. Definitely leads her to being cautiously curious about what this woman may do for a living. "You and your brother work together or something?"