"That doctor sounds terrible," she said. "I bet he wasn't even a real doctor, just someone who liked being called that. Doctors aren't supposed to hurt people, I think they have to take an oath or something like that." Of course, then there was Doctor Nemesis, but he was... well, he was nice enough, but he had guns. Maybe she wasn't completely right on the oath thing, but she was pretty sure she'd heard it somewhere, and... anyway.
"Oh." She rested her chin on one hand, letting him pat her shoulder. "That's not so terrible," she finally said. "I mean, if this city gives you a home, and if it's nice--it is nice, isn't it?" she asked, somewhat anxiously. "It seems like it so far, but lots of things seem that way at first and then it all turns around on you in the end."
Oh God. She rolled her eyes. "Killing isn't a game," she said hotly. "This isn't like a video game or something, it's real life. People die, and it doesn't matter how old or young they are. And you don't have to be old to get in trouble--I should know. You want to know how many of my friends died young who weren't fighting or causing any trouble? They weren't even a threat to anyone." She balled up her hands into white-knuckled fists. "Growing up means you lived."