[She fixes him with a look of curiosity that's deeply, deeply wound up in feigned confusion: as though it's a surprise anything he'd been doing in Dorado had been personal.]
They're just thugs, mijo.
Vatos.
[Her shoulders shrug, head shaking and dropping a few luminescent locks of hair down across her face, like something's been mistranslated.]
no subject
They're just thugs, mijo.
Vatos.
[Her shoulders shrug, head shaking and dropping a few luminescent locks of hair down across her face, like something's been mistranslated.]
Somebody must have sold you bad information.