Justice nearly choked on her own spit at the phrase 'good girls don't' whatever. The irony was multi-layered, and way too deep to really delve into. Not right now - save it for the truck. In any case, it came out a scoff with a slight head shake, and Justice briefly met Lucy's eyes before keeping them to their surroundings.
"Oh, it still wasn't fair," she said. "For them. Trust me, darlin', I'm to kickin'-douchebag-asses like you are to bakin' apple-turnovers. The only problem was the Suit."
They continued to walk a little before she continued. "And yes, 'good girls' go to places like that. They just tend to get into more trouble because there's nothing more crippling than a conscience." The way she said it, Justice spoke of the conscience as a bittersweet gift. A mixed blessing. At best.