She laughed and slunk down beside him, propping her feet up on the small coffee table. When he mentioned that bowman bastard, her face hardened into a more serious expression. "Ah yeah?" was her short inquiry as she shifted in her spot, lips tugged into a stiff smile. Clearly this guy was still a bit of a sore spot. "Is he dead then? Personally, I'd have liked to off him myself, but I guess it just wasn't meant to be." She crossed her arms. "Ain't that a bitch."