Gin’s attitude, all that vinegar in her, just washes over Noa like it doesn’t matter really. The only outward change is the way Noa narrows her eyes into slits at the nickname, not because Gin doesn’t have a right to use it, but because she suspects she’s meaning it as a dig, and ain’t that just juvenile?
“Soon as you tell me where you’re going,” she replies, steel underneath her words. The more she watches Gin, the more she gets a feeling that it has everything to do with Sonny and Teagan, and there’s only two places she could be headed if that’s the case. Straight to Teagan to do whatever a desperate woman will do, or straight out the gates. Noa wouldn’t be real upset at the latter, but she suspects that isn’t why Violet’s trying to keep her from moving further.
“Violet ain’t done a damn thing to you that I know of, and if she did, then it sure as hell is my business.” Either way she was staying where she was until she decided Sonny’s woman wasn’t a problem.