[Revy doesn't even bother with answering Karla's question as she turns her attention elsewhere. Normally she'd probably take a moment to go on about how awesome guns are, but she's not in the most generous of moods (...not that she usually is).
She also doesn't bother to pick up the knife she'd thrown. Whatever, the shopkeepers or whoever can just get it later, right? That was their fuckin' job.]
I ain't interested in lessons, chica. I just want to get my guns and get the hell outta Dodge.
[Never mind what she'd been told about being unable to leave Luceti. Fuck that shit; she was hauling ass out of town once she got her strength back and enough supplies.]
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She also doesn't bother to pick up the knife she'd thrown. Whatever, the shopkeepers or whoever can just get it later, right? That was their fuckin' job.]
I ain't interested in lessons, chica. I just want to get my guns and get the hell outta Dodge.
[Never mind what she'd been told about being unable to leave Luceti. Fuck that shit; she was hauling ass out of town once she got her strength back and enough supplies.]