The line between her brows softens almost imperceptibly.

She looks into his eyes.

"It is dangerous. Everythin' I do is dangerous, Tommy. It don't matter where I am. These?"

She touches the gnarled scar on her right bicep, and the silky pink hole in her left thigh (there's another almost perfect match on the back, where the bullet passed straight through her meat).

"I got here. An' another in my back, where I was wearin' somethin' that protected me."