"And you would've fit right in at family dinners," Kate said, laughing as he demonstrated, then nodded her agreement, because the intention of the fuck you usually was the most important part. That had always been Tara's argument anyway, that the full finger was just a finger, because there was no thought behind it.

"So you've got... a lot of guns," she said, surveying all the loot he'd brought. "Do I have to carry one, because me and guns... we're not exactly best friends." She didn't want to have to tell him about Esther, but she would, if it meant she could avoid carrying a gun.