She rolls her eyes a little, less at him and more at herself. "It doesn't have to be a weapon, hell, I can lock the controls on the damn thing. There's plenty of places to go and be alone where no one can get to you without fucking off to kill yourself."

God, she feels like slapping her own face, but instead just puts a hand on her face, dragging it down. "Fuck I hate this event. You think we could write and not have to do this speaking every thought thing?"