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Domino had eventually gone home, and time had once again skipped forward while she was there, leading her through an emotional attachment of the kind she vowed never to have, an explosion, and a miracle.

That said, it was a slightly older, and far wiser, bottle-blonde bounty hunter that entered the bar, blinking when she realized it wasn't where she'd been going, very nearly dropping the fishbowl in her hand with surprise.

Then she smiled, moving quietly to a booth and setting the bowl down carefully.

(she's quite botherable, but the mun is at work, so replies may be patchy to nonexistant.)

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That gets a grin, "Did you knock out any teeth?"

She grinned, "Only a couple." A pause, "This was during a show." She's highly proud of this fact.

"Did she get blood on anyone?"

She grinned, "The designer. And then the ushers who helped her up. Had to get security to deal with me."

Makita grins again, "Good job. Is that when you changed jobs?"

"Actually I went to college in between. My mum thought it would be good for me to join a sorority." She shrugged, "Got expelled for unruly behavior."

"Knock out more teeth?"

Another grin, "Broke some rich bint's nose."

"Did she bleed on anyone?"

She nodded, "Most of the sorority, and her boyfriend who was there to watch the hazing."

Makita just shakes her head, trying to imagine a world in which people are petty enough to deserve a broken nose like that. She totally believes that Domino was justified, she's just having a hard time imagining anyone doing the stuff that would justify it.

Well... it wasn't entirely justified, but it made her a hero for a while, until she was expelled three weeks later anyway.

She shrugged, "Seems that's how I solve a lot of problems, bu breaking their noses."

"I solve a lot of mine by shooting people. It guarantees that they won't be problems again later."

She nodded, "That's a good policy to have, if it works for you. Unfortunately it wouldn't for me, not as well as I'd like to think anyway."

Makita looks a bit sad, "Oh. Sorry you can't use that one. It's pretty good."

She shrugged, "It's part of living within the law. Mostly I don't mind it, really, because, really, I don't like killing people. A little pain is fine, to teach them what they did wrong. Like dogs, y'know?"

"Don't have much experience with dogs, really. But I take your meaning. Like when you're teaching kids how to fight. A little pain drives the lesson home."

A slight smile, "Never taught kids how to fight, but seems that it's the same general idea."

A lot of things are universal. Pain as a teaching tool might be one of them. Makita shrugs, "Well, it's teach them to fight, or watch them die. I don't like the second option."

She nodded, she herself wasn't afraid to die, never really had been, but she understood that most people were, "It's the better option, yeah, bit of bruising now prevents dying later."

A fond smile flits across Makita's face. "My poppa always says 'sweat now so you don't bleed later'."

She nodded, smiling slightly, "Mine told me that you can lose everything you've worked for all in a single moment. You have to know when to cash out."

Makita tilts her head curiously, "There's not really much to cash out with back home..."

She shrugged, "You're still alive aren't you?"

"Yeah. For now, at least."