Yeah, he's looking. He's a tenacious bastard. [She'll give credit where credit is due.] Not his fault the world's shitty.

[It's an unusually magnaminous sentiment from Rebecca...one that promptly gets ruined when she adds:]

Wish the fucker would get off his damn high horse, though. Who the hell does he think he is to lecture me about going back to the underworld when that's how I'm winning the goddamn bread?