Not a very good list, to be honest. Compared to everybody else Cindy has gone hunting with, Wichita is a risk. A danger. She could get herself and everybody else killed. But Bigby once gave a cinder-cleaning princess a chance. There are ways to get to where Wichita needs to be with minimal fatalities.

"There are no humans in this job. At least they aren't what we go after," Cindy starts, taking on last pull before stubbing the cigarette out. "Learn to shoot. Well Learn to use weapons other than just guns. Knifes. Bats. Your hands. It'll save your life. No one else is going to babysit you here, especially not me. I don't have kids for a reason."

They'll probably ruin her figure too, but that's neither here nor there.