‘ mhm
yeah , alright. i’ve actually got a better idea. how about , ’ piper cooed , turning her head towards the persistent man with a feigned smile , ‘ you go back to your friends over by the booth && tell them that next time they send someone over here , to make sure they’re ready to be missing a few digits. or their entire hand. ’ there was a sickeningly sweet venom that dripped from her lips as she spoke , watching as the man’s adam’s apple bopped up && down , slowly leaving the seat. ‘ good boy. ’
“Hooph..” The Colonel hummed while releasing a breath of smoke. Rick appeared banged up, exhausted, because he was a combination of both. In spite of his heavy train of thought, Piper’s little display provided a much needed distraction–he was amused. “’good to know I don’t have to worry about you out here in this big bad city..” He spoke in jest, sarcastic, quite aware that Gotham should be more afraid of her and Katana than the other way around. Any part of Rick’s crew was a force to be reckoned with. Gender wouldn’t blur that universal truth. “Fools out here don’t got nothing on you.”