[ she thinks about his response for a moment, then raises her brows, curls her bottom lip downwards in somewhat of a pout and nods in agreement before taking another drink. ]

You know, for someone who's a wanted man you sure have no problems being vocal about your business.

[ she motions to the bartender for another refill. ]

But that's what you do, isn't it? You know who you are and what you're capable of, and for the most part people steer clear of you. Me, on the other hand, I snap one assholes neck and suddenly I'm a hit man for hire.

[ once her eye catches the bartender strolling their direction she pauses their conversation as they fill her up. when they're gone again, she grabs a hold of her glass. ]

I may not agree with your methods, Frank, but if you're looking for any kind of moralizing from me, you won't get it here.