[Time is a precious thing to Shura. She had wasted so many years because she saw little point in making the most of such a short life. Building walls and sharpening her tongue to fend off any potential intruders, she did her best to keep people at a distance. It was just better that way. She hadn't been as successful as she might have hoped, but in the end, it was those bonds that gave her the will to save herself.

So it's a sensitive spot, one that she doesn't anticipate him finding, intentionally or not. It has her bristling, a little more sober than before, a cold shiver going down her spine.]

Goin' on like an old man, what's up with that? What, you tellin' me I should just ask you for a decent guy or somethin'? You really are just a hustler.

[She won't be conned into doing something stupid like that.]

'Sides, I ain't got your twenty grams.

[She does, though, and it glitters at her throat.]