That made sense. "It's a good rule to live by when you can," he stated. It didn't apply to his line of work too often, unless she thought that it went both ways. Screw over those who had screwed others over, courtesy of Nathan Ford and the band of thieves he'd broken. Helping those who couldn't get justice the way the law intended.
He shook his head. "No. She was the only one of us that drew blood. When you do it right, fighting's more mental than physical anyway."
Eliot slid off the bar stool, tugging his damp jeans to a more comfortable position. Whenever the damned rain wanted to let up would be all right with him. "You're welcome," he echoed. "Be careful walking back."