"Less casualties with paint." Though those could be some hurtful bastards in the wrong place. He'd totally bypassed the fact that when they shot up Times Square he'd shot Zoe. Not one of their best moments.
He was too busy chowing down to notice Zoe had gone for the booze. With a mouthful of pasta he smelled it. "What are you doing?" Was his mumbled response. Zoe knew better...she couldn't handle alcohol. If she had more than a few sips he'd be peeling her up off the floor.