"I dunno," Drea said. She finished the last of her beer and put the glass up on the bar, giving it a brief nod. "I guess it's one of those things, I've been without for so long... I've earned it, I guess. I know that sounds like a cliche', but I really do." She shrugged. "What am I gonna hurt people with anyways? No gun anymore, no car... I just want one. Or possibly two."