[Stalk come on, look at this handsome, sheepish, dumb bald man with a stupid cape. You can't say you don't still want him.]

... [He really has no retort for that.] I thought I'd just- you know, drop her off with her folks or at a shelter but- Neither of those turned out to be options. And then it turned out she could track the targets down. From that Wreath job. And keeping her around seemed like a good idea because, y'know, find them, find the drone who offed you, shove my lance up his ass and out the other end.