Re: Call: Sam/Neil
You might look hot swinging a sword around. At least until the dragon bit your head off. [A pause to wrench another door open, and then a hiss as she crouches and hides behind a car to avoid the thing overhead again.] So, how about your rich ass stays home? I wouldn't want to need to rescue you too. [Hiss of pain.] Fuck. Yeah, we're doing this. Do you like working for your old man? [...] I've got a shitty husband in New Jersey. The landlord. My parents hitched me to him when I was sixteen so we could get free rent. He's thirty years older than me and harmless, but he was suffocating as fuck.