Oh, I know I can handle it. I just don't think I'd handle it well. My body count is surprisingly low here. It uh...it wasn't pretty last time you left, and I wouldn't entirely put me past me to a start an all out war on this town. Maybe Sodder knows that. Maybe she understands that I'm a little easier to handle when I'm kept satisfied.

[ Her tone is surprisingly light hearted for talks of murder and mayhem. Is she teasing? It's not fully clear.]

I am one crazy motherfucker, but right now...I got enough of an arrangement with folks here and I ain't gonna tip the scales so long as no one tests me.