" Of course I can. Mistress O-Ren taught me how. " Her smile did not waver. This was one of O-Ren's so-called 'friend'. Gogo would respect her.
“Yeah, well.” Elle pauses a moment, setting her cocktail glass down onto the nearest table with a certain idle unceremoniousness while crunching loudly on some ice chunks in her mouth. O-Ren’s crowd… Man, that woman picks the weirdest people to associate with these days. “She did a great fucking job. Your accent’s flawless.”











