[ sure fuckin did. nobody should be in here on thursday nights, is his opinion. ]

Heh. [ it might not roll off the tongue, but it does make him genuinely smile at her, something that reaches his eyes as he sets his hand on his busted satchel in his lap.

the smile does fade with the question, though. ] ... Geto did, at the end of it all, but it wasn't his choice. He got controlled and was fightin' it the whole time. We, ah... we saw some folks from here, and from home, and them... they were the ones we had to kill, all said and done. No choice.