[Okay, yes, her first priority was Andy, but hearing this freak fucking laugh upon ending up here boils her blood a bit. She's learned her lesson to be careful about when and where to point sharp objects at people, though, so the small pair of pruning shears stays concealed under her sweater for now. Either way, Hickey isn't likely to have any illusions about how welcoming Shiv feels towards him from the steely glare on her face.]
Don't give yourself too much credit. You couldn't even defend yourself against a fucking twink.
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Don't give yourself too much credit. You couldn't even defend yourself against a fucking twink.