[ Back then she'd been underestimated, but these days she was notorious. Nowadays if someone had done her wrong, they knew as soon as she was there that she'd come to dole out the consequences. So things were different. Things were different with Deadlock now too. Was she having fun? It was hard to say. She still drank and got rowdy with the gang. There was still drinking and gambling and if she was relaxed, dancing. But, with her notoriety and balancing the empire she had under her, there wasn't as much time for partying. It may have been part of her exhaustion. But they were getting older, it was true. She teased, but really, she wouldn't have wanted to camp on the floor all night either. ]

Well, it's a good thing I've got a comfortable bed then, no more sleeping on floors required.

[ She takes the picture from him and stares at it for another moment. ] I dunno. It's like you said, we ain't young anymore. I got some new kids who like to tear things up, but it's a different kind of fun we have. [ She left out the fact that often she worked while everyone else. It had taken her awhile after he'd left to even start getting back into the laughter having chosen instead to walk around like a pissed off storm cloud. That anger had driven her, but she'd had to sacrifice some of her youthful playfulness for it. ] It can't be what it used to be, but it's got its share of excitement and it's family.

[ Suddenly feeling a little emotional she sets the photograph aside and reaches into his wallet for the next photo. ] And what about you? Let's see what Deerington wants you to remember!