It hits Erin like a punch made of comedy; she has to hold herself up against the wall to stop from doubling over laughing. "I see how it is, I reveal my dead mom and you just hold yours in reserve for the fuckin' Uno Reverse. Motherfucker. Well-played."

She shakes her head, but she's smiling. "...Hey, up front. Flirt all you like, I'll have fun with it, but if you get serious about it prepare for a long fucking walk through my...no, I can't even call them issues, I have subscriptions. As you mighta been able to tell, y'know, back there, about a minute ago. We square there?"