"Sort of," she says. The older ones, anyway. "It was a long fucking day, Arthur. I did a drop, and some assholes jumped me ––" she gestures at her cheek "–– so I went off and dealt with the guy who sent them after me. He'd fucked me over on a deal, alright? Sold my guns to the fucking Fireflies, so I had to take another job for them for an even bigger return. My partner and I had to smuggle this kid out of Boston, but it got bad really fast. We found out she was important. She has the cure to infection."