She leaned into the kiss again, taking more of it and of him when he lingered. "You smell terrible," she murmured against his lips, smiling. "Go get a shower, I'm not going to call anyone." She shrugged, blowing a breath through her nose, shaking her head. "Because having vigilantes, with no training or trail that we can follow, is so much better roaming the streets. People, they watch the news and the movies, put a ski mask on and think they can play the Sheriff, without any of the fall out, any of the consequences."