[he crosses his arms and leans up against the wall across from her.]

Raíz will fix him if he dies, and Queen will figure it out if he doesn't. [he shakes his head, mouthing duh in a very sarcastic, teenage girl fashion. he eyes her wrist.] There was seriously more than usual?

[he's 100% lying for sport, and he's going to keep playing along until he can't anymore. she's an ugly sight with all that mess on her face, staining her clothes and smeared around from his shirt. the bag is under the bed with the very last carton of milk.]

Bummer. You got out, though, huh? When are you gonna leave a fight without a broken bone?