Missus Small, I aint a schooled man, but I like t'think I'm a reasonable one. I aint over sure that it's a wise idea t'ask a man what he thinks is a fair price for what he sees done wrong t'him.
I aint sure I'm enough of a good man t'make that kinda choice by my lonesome.
[Probably a dick thing to do, tossing out a message to the person you'd held hostage for the better part of a week, but hey, she's stuck in a room trying her damnedest not to give in and take the quickest path (because she's got more than one at this point) right out the bloody front door.
[Considering the unintended outcome of their early morning takeover, it's probably no surprise when a message comes back. Thankfully, Vennett seems to type more articulately than he speaks.]
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