[ Andy's already up from her seat, stretching out her arms above her head with that damn cigarette still hanging from her mouth. ]

I don't give a damn what the place looks like, really. I just want to sleep this job off. [ Gingerly, she prods at her own black eye, eyebrows pinching when it predictably causes a dull ache in her skull. ] Feels like we've been going nonstop for weeks.

[ Dryly: ] Might be nice to spend quality time together without being shot at.