"No. He just....Left. And I know it was all to keep his brother safe. But I've been taking care of myself a long time." She laughs a little.
"I've ought Yakuza, and been able to not have to kill them. Not a small feat for a small time detective like myself. He's seen me fight. I even saved his life. I... Wish he just trusted me. I sure have trusted him. He knows more about me than anyone." Unconsciously she reaches across and rubs her other shoulder where the last person she trusted that much shot her intending on leaving her for dead. It was actually sore after coming back from the dead.
"I agree with you about that. Men I've found can be pig-headed idiots, especially when the woman they're dealing with is tiny." She sighs a bit. "And for an American woman I'm rather tiny. I'm lucky I don't get carded at the bar."
Being just over five feet tall was not an asset in her job though it did make breaking into places if she had to easy.
"Maybe... He was afraid I'd slip and kill someone. Because I use guns. I'm not an archer. I don't sugar-coat my fighting style either, I'm a little too rough, not exactly refined."
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