Ley Ley sat back and listened with diluted astonishment. She believed that Savage was capable of inflicting these injuries but she couldn't believe he'd done them to her. She'd never spent any real time with him, admired his swagger from afar, but never found herself in a position to talk to him - she'd been working her way through the easy marks first, but his disrespect for authority radiated from him, he walked around as if wearing the words 'Anarchy' on the back of his jacket like a silly teenager. "Asshole," she grunted, "Maybe you should just shoot him," she said casually accepting the joint, "When we lived in Puerto Rico and someone disrespected my family we shot them," Ley Ley had never told anybody about her family. The majority of what people knew about her was lies, her name sometimes stayed the same if they were a long lasting Chet but drifters and others got different titles, whatever struck her fancy in the moment or made her laugh. It wasn't like she thought she could open up to Mac, she didn't need to or even want to open up to anyone because her life hadn't been a burden, she'd loved it but sitting right there she realised the danger that Savage posed. She wondered if he played good dog for Saga and if this fight had been a personal thing against Mac.