"Hopper, got it."

She shook her hand, her grip strong but not challenging. Nearly a foot shorter than him, she had to tip her head up to eye him before turning to the side to exhale smoke.

"Yeah, I did." She put her cigarette between her lips and held up that hand, the palm there had a short red cut across it. Oddly it was only one of the scars there.

"Not exactly and arm and a leg, but it wasn't cheap."