[She raises an eyebrow at the coughing fit, then when he makes that remark... Nope. She jabs a finger in his direction.]

No. Mistakes? They get you fucking killed. You don't have the luxury of making mistakes, not here, not anywhere. If I wasn't here, you'd be dead. And I know people come back here, but it still ain't exactly a nap. There's a limit. Five mistakes, you're done. So yeah. God fucking forbid.