... no. ( begrudgingly admitted, though her arms don't move from their firm expression of disapproval as she does. sending oliver to play angry overprotective boyfriend on her behalf is really the last thing she wants to do, especially if it means his early departure from this place. maybe if she hid his arrows, though... but then he'd just make more. or use his fists. or a makeshift weapon.

really, it's just better not to even go there.

but her clothing is a problem, one she needs to resolve, and she has zero problem insisting that mick replace what his heat gun has destroyed. after all... ) I meant with your fists, not the heat gun! I wasn't going to laser eyes you.

( not that it wasn't tempting now. )

You're not picking out my dress, either, by the way.