Elle snort-laughed at Elettra's question. "Hell no. This is the worst. Some people like to dance around and spew bullshit, trying to get the Prince's favor. You've got Ponce McCoy and... well, another Ponce McCoy there," she nodded in Jacque and Garrett's general direction. "You've got knife fanboys ooh-ing and aah-ing about knives over there," she nodded at Kind's crew, "And a bunch of riled up beasts. The second I can be out of here, I will be out of here. Call me old-fashioned, but I'd solve half this shit with a couple of handguns and move on if I could. And should any of said ponces who aren't officers bring their ponce-itude my way on the street, I will. Ain't no law against blasting a fool into torpor as required. Just one against killin'."
Finger. Gunz.
"That's the freedom of being in debt and honoring it. None of this is my problem, because I'm out the second I've paid the Prince what she is owed. What do you say, Priscus? Wanna come to Vegas when all this is said and done?"