"Neither could I," Vanessa states watching Mazikeen. The idea of anyone trying to take care of the leather clad woman before her amused her. Just like the idea of anyone taking care of her amused her. That just wasn't a thing.
"Does it now?" She asks before grabbing the bottle of bourbon and pouring herself a glass. "I hear you. There was only one time in my life that I needed taken care of, and that's only because I couldn't take care of me. After that, I've taken care of myself."