Jac shrugged, though she did press her heel into his thigh in what was pretty much the lightest punishment she could have given him. "I guess that's true," she acknowledged, with a slight smile. "S'okay."
The breeze kept blowing hair across her face, and she sighed with exasperation before finally running her hands through her hair and pushing her hair up and away. "Would that make me the good girl? Or the...heroine, or whatever. Because you might need to find someone else. But yeah, maybe selling drugs disqualifies you. Or! Maybe you could be the antihero." She almost hated that she had heard that term enough in English that she actually retained it and could apply it to people. She hated English class.