"The city will mourn our loss," Kalinda assures, taking a long sip from her beer. She looks over then and offers a wan smile. "I think it's more likely your recklessness will get you first." Which isn't quite a criticism, actually, but more like a straight observation. Her right shoulder lifts in a shrug, the left staying stationary out of lingering habit learned from her previous injury. "I'm sure the other guy looks worse."