[Rosa finishes off her first, allowing him to replenish his glass before doing the same with hers. She sets the bottle down and tosses half the glass back as he talks. Again, not staring at him, not being a creep about it, but obviously attention.

And obviously upset on his behalf.]

Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah, man. I'll help you kill the fucker. I've got an endless supply of fucking blades, man. Anything you want. We'll take the fucker down.

I mean, if you want help.

Or whatever else you need, man.

What'd this fucker look like?