[ LOOK. LOOK. If there is, perhaps, a tiny miniscule amount of banditlust then no one can prove anything. NOTHING. NO ONE WOULD EVER KNOW. ANGEL IS SUBTLE AND WILL REMAIN THAT WAY.

Meaning Angel's brain temporarily shorts out at "we could just do it. Fuck" and it takes her a second to process the rest of what Hair Bandit is saying. RIP. ]

What?? ...Oh, uh. That sounds like a way to piss a lot of people off, very quickly. Fine for warriors, not so much for squishy sirens.

[ Plus it's sorta mean, maybe? Though anyone freaking out about something like that isn't going to last long here anyway, are they. Toughening them up would be doing them a service and WHY IS SHE ACTUALLY THINKING ABOUT THIS, STOP, ]