"Well, at least somebody's shoes are still useable."

That voice comes from a far corner of a room and a blonde sitting on a stool in said corner. She's filing the fingernails on her just washed hands, porcelain white and young skin clearly defying her true age. Cindy honestly looks like she's waiting for an appointment with the doctor for a regular checkup instead of watching the guy she dragged all the way here and dumped on Benny to work on.

"So, are you going to tell me who that guy I stabbed was or do I have to go and figure it out myself?" It's better he tells her, really. Her finding things out herself may lead to him getting a knife in his own head.