[she coughs out a noise that's almost a laugh, bitter and rancid. carefully, she puts her sword on her back, and then turns to face lavi. her face paint is all fucked up under her eyes and her cheeks, but she doesn't seem to really care all that much.]

She said if I kept being a moron she'd just let me get sliced and diced. [she says, reaching up to rub more of the paint off her face.] And here we are. What a jackass.

[jackass (affectionate)]

Go. I'm following.