Oh, yeah. [ Said with a smile. ] Got a sack with a big money sign printed on it all ready and everything. I call it my thieving bag for thieves.

[ Once he leaves, she'll dump her bloody shirt in the kitchenette's sink and attempt to scrub out the worst of the stain. But no man on the planet deserves to be privy to what women have to do when it comes to getting blood out of clothing, and Frank doesn't seem to be the appropriate Subject Zero for such a thing. For now, she shrugs her jacket back on and goes to sit down on the couch. ]

Don't worry. I'm a girl scout. Can't even lie to people. Swear on Tony Soprano's grave.

[ Without taking her shoes off, she settles and lays down flat. Her eyelids are already a bit droopier than they were a few minutes ago. ]