Jayne didn't want to think about what he might have done had he had a weapon on him and the fact that the thought even went through her mind to tell herself not to think that way was bad. This was Max, her boyfriend, the man that she loved. He couldn't do anything to hurt her, ever. She knew that deep down, but seeing what she'd seen hadn't been easy on her or her quickly wandering mind.
It took a long moment for her to draw her gaze away from the window and towards Max. She was unsure of what to say to him, still a bit terrified by the night's events. "That wasn't even hard for you," she breathed after a moment. "You moved around beating people down like it was as easy as breathing or batting an eyelash." She bit her lower lip as she looked away again, eyes flicking to the glove compartment as she remembered the night they'd met and the events that had occurred then. The gun. The look in his eyes as he'd held it on her, aimed and ready.
She shuddered a bit as she tore herself back from that memory. "It's always going to be like this isn't it? Hunting is in your blood and so is the violence that comes with it. I didn't know you could do things like that. I mean I did, but seeing it... seeing it has made it all so much more real."