Mac forgot there were actually 'gentlemen' still left in existence. On the other hand, it could be argued that Mac never knew a real gentleman in the first place except maybe her father. Her real father, not the weak-willed, stuck-up, step father she grew up with. Mac raised an eyebrow at the man when the look on his face was initially one of irritation. But once Cutter seem to remember her, Mac relaxed the look on her face.
"Yeah, I heard your comment about the other guard. You should be careful with that hobby. Who's knows what kind of trouble you'd stir?" Actually, Mac more or less knew what kind of trouble he'd stir. Her bosses would do one of two things, try and recruit him as a guard or find a way to dispose of him. Both would be a waste for a guy like Cutter. From what little she knew of being around him, he seemed like an action, on-the-go kind of guy, but sweet at the core, kinda the way Rodeo was. She'd definitely have to tell him about running into Cutter.
"Aw, come on now. Not all of us are dick-heads and sick power freaks," Mac defended. She was beginning to feel the throb of her cheek and wondered if a bruise was showing yet. To distract from this worrying thought, Mac turned her attention of Cutter's hands. "Shit, did you mess them both up now?" she asked, her hands lightly brushing both his bandaged and un-bandaged knuckles. A small part of her mind really was grateful for what he did, but Mac buried it quickly. The fastest way to get caught off guard and taken advantage of was to care more than was needed.