[He really can talk. In some cases, that's a bad thing. In his case, it suits him. She doesn't really get all that he's saying about bitches, but she understands the general idea of what hurts like a bitch means. That's enough for now.]

I'm used to getting hurt.

[She casually doesn't answer the question about her dad. Not yet. Her mind's still racing trying to figure out how to explain her dad to him. She can't imagine he'd be anything but surly, not even to a kid. ]

It only makes me angry when I have poles run through me and I can't move. Or when I can't suck out the bullets.

[But first, maybe she should start with explaining herself. She doesn't realize how creepy what she's just said sounds. Especially when she's said it so conversationally.

The corner they need to turn to head toward the residential areas is approaching, so Laura taps his cheek and motions for him to swing left.]