"That's called paranoia. War targeted hundreds of people across the city for no other reason than she could." But Lindsey could care less about him. He still wanted to kick his ass over the drunken transvestite comment.
She'd worked on redemption which wasn't easy from previous experience. Then again, she'd had a sponsor in the fight, someone who deemed her saveable and wanted her to succeed.
Lindsey reached out to take her wrist, angling her arm more so he could see in the light coming from the nearby streetlamp. He scowled and looked back up at her. "Yeah, you're doing just fine at self-destructing, Faith. What are you doing, heroin?"