They say the gods created us, but we’re the ones who always wind up burying them.
I was a lot of little girl for a gun.[Christopher Smith: That’s a lot of gun for a little girl.]
You want to do this job, you can’t balk. Ever. You have to make the hard choice when necessary.[to Leota]
I have no interest in you other than your ability to fight for us. Just because you’re handsome doesn’t mean you’re not a piece-of-s*** murderer.[to Chris]
I don’t trust my or anyone else’s gut. I trust logic.[to Leota]
Funny, for you, how often the only choice and killing people coincides.[to Chris]
