"S'nothin'. I only got a little shot t'day, that's all."

She sets her half-empty glass down on the table.

"Hurts. Hold still."

She shifts until she's got more breathing room, straightening out her waist. Of course, in order to get into a position where she doesn't have to bend at the waist she has to move closer to Gene, leaning against his shoulder as she tucks her legs up onto the cushions.

"Bullets don't finish folk off as quick as all that."

She tips her chin toward the television.