[It takes her a minute. She studies the curves of his face for a moment and the edge of his jawline. It isn't hard to make out the faint lines of bruises about to form from the hits she gave him in familiar places.
She leans back and eyes him differently now.]
So what now? You get me out of here, and then I join your little crime fighting squad?
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She leans back and eyes him differently now.]
So what now? You get me out of here, and then I join your little crime fighting squad?