"Oh, hell no," she said. "I plan on getting drunk before I go out, confronting anyone who looks remotely questionable, waving my wand about, and generally being the opposite of careful."
She grinned to him before following him to the pizza. "I'll be careful as I can, Dame. But I've got a job to do, and if the killer rears his ugly head ... well, I'll have to take care of him."
Or try to. Whichever.
Pressing herself lightly against Damian's back, she wrapped her arms around him and for a moment just held him. The gesture was remarkably uncharacteristic of her, and she backed off once she realized that ... but she'd just wanted to be close to him.