☀ ⊱ "I didn’t ask for your petty respect,” Baby said, “If I wanted it, I’d earn it.” When asked about her powers, she shook her head. “No idea why I’m tellin’ you this,” she mumbled, then spoke more clearly, “Angels. They imprisoned me in a car for nearly 40 years so I would watch over two of their assets. Not a fun time. Actually, one of them looked a bit like you. Suppose that’s why I couldn’t give two shits about your attitude.”
He concluded that she wasn't referring to any sort of lonely assassin. Imprisoning someone in anything but the past seemed drastically out of character. But angels? ❝Oh yeah? That's one hell of a story, pooch. You had a lil' somethin'-somethin' for one'a those assets?❞ he raised his eyebrows suggestively, grinning, showing off his canines. ❝When you say angels, you don't mean little winged, naked babies, right?❞ Cue obnoxious slurping. ❝Angels aren't real.❞
