"He hit you pretty good," she mutters, eying his hairline even though she knows she won't see anything.

"You was already pretty into it by the time I planned on steppin' in. Ramon pulled his gun when you was turned about, dirty trick. Knocked you on the head. Y'hit the deck. But even after you was out, he wouldn't quit."

She shakes her head sadly, shame and remorse littering her features.