XKris: This is so unfair. I never get shot.
Lena: For the last time, Kris, no one shot me. There was some significant gun waving, a few shots went over my head, I scraped my shoulder when I fell, and and some point in the next week I'll get beat up. It's not that big a deal.
Kris: All that perfectly good excitement wasted on -- what do you mean, 'beat up'?
Lena: I interfered in l'affaires, Kris. That's what happens.
Kris: But... but... what are you going to do?
Lena: Leave my computer home. If they break it, I can't afford to replace it.
Kris: That's not what I --
Lena: Other'n that, I keep my head covered and scream a lot. It's not personal. Just business, you know? If you yell like you're dying the most of 'em will pull they punches.
Kris: ... wouldn't they be more impressed if you were stoic? That sounds so... undignified.
Lena: No. Dignity's all right, but I like my teeth.
Kris: Can't you -- I don't know -- leave for a while? You could stay with me. You don't light things on fire. I doubt my parents will even notice you.
Lena: Kris, honey. If a beating was the worst thing ever happened to me, I'd never have left St. Louis. I mean you're sweet and all, but I got to go home sometime. Best just to get it over with.
Kris: It wouldn't be any trouble. Really. I was going to ask you over tonight anyway. I have this --
Lena: Oh, god. Tell me you don't have another scheme.
Kris: Someone has a warped sense of risk assessment, and for once it isn't me.