She would have happily kicked and scratched the shit out of the arm that grabbed her, but reason suggested it wasn't Tombstone. She hissed in frustration as she was yanked around like a ragdoll out of the vent and then huffed at his comment. "Please, you throw yourself off rooftops every night." She lifted her arm and hoped he'd be smart enough to aim the gun at a wall in range. "You spoiled my whole night, you know. If I didn't know better I'd think you were after my job."