[No smacks this time, but he does get a distinctly unimpressed look.]
What makes you think I'll ever see you again?
[On her feet now, she picks up her bag with her good arm, only wincing a little. Then she moves for the bat, bloodied and lying on the ground near the bodies.]
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What makes you think I'll ever see you again?
[On her feet now, she picks up her bag with her good arm, only wincing a little. Then she moves for the bat, bloodied and lying on the ground near the bodies.]