"Or if it does, let's hope there's an ammo factory working overtime," Donny responded and took a sip from her own glass. "I don't think our home world is as bad as some, but that was way more than I'd want to handle for long," she told Mitch thoughtfully. "I think I'd miss coffee too much," she said with a smirk, "and warm beds."
Donny gave a simple nod at Mitch's teasing. "That's right, just a simple life," she said with a wiggle of her eyebrows. "It does come with a certain amount of unwanted attention, though," she said with a frown. This wasn't something they'd really covered but she didn't feel like anything was off-limits with Mitch. "Everyone is always judging your body," Donny said with a shrug, "the designers want you as thin as possible, so the clothes just hang but get too thin and the press will hound you to eat cookies. Being an assassin is easier," she said, "even if you do get fewer private jets."
She let her hand wander back into his and gave it a squeeze, "just say the word and I'll scrub your back in the shower," she teased. When Mitch said that, though, her face fell a little. "But we will, won't we? if we stick around here long enough." It seemed that it was inevitable there would be danger.