"It's not like I haven't thought about it," Jazz explained. "Because I have. But what would it do really?" Keeping her hands at her sides, she nodded toward his fist. "What would that do? Let me hole up in hotel for a few days? Give me enough time to play pretend - before I realized that in the end all I'd done was trade one strip-joint for another?"
Maybe he honestly thought it'd be some kind of leap, better somehow. But to her, all she could see was more of the same. Scraping to get by, doing something that made her want to die a little more everyday...Only real difference would be - if she left - that she'd really have no one. Nothing.