[ Zero scrunches up her nose, like she's just smelled something foul. Empty and contrived flattery she can deal with.

Real concern for her person? Ugh, disgusting. ]

Do you ever stop talking?

[ She shoves her hands into the pockets of her jacket and starts walking. ]

In case you've forgotten, I kill, steal and lie for a living. It'll take more than a few thugs with half a collective brain to do me in.

[ She looks at him over her shoulder. ]

But if you're so bent out of shape over it– you can feed me as a token of your gentlemanly appreciation. I want meat, the expensive kind.