"Like I need a gun." The bartender brings her the tequila drink she requested, and she watches him leave before she answers the next question. Her responses will be ever so slightly coded, as even here in Gutters, there's no knowing who's listening and who they might take that information back to, but she feels freer now than she has in quite a long time. No more faking human unless she wants to.

"Let's just say when I find out who outed me, they had better hope Mitchell gets to them before I do." Given Mitchell's talent for brutality, that's saying something, but then, she's not talking about enacting violence on anybody. That's for the men in her life to do. "Kind of changes the game plan a little, but we'll make do."

It's hard to tell when she's genuinely not bothered and when she's faking it, but she seems fine.

"But until it's settled," she says, turning to rest her elbow on the bar top, facing Deacon, "you and the rest of Mafaton get to see a lot more of me."

Yes. Lucky them.