"Other wardens. When I'm happy with it." Judging by the look on her face, she's not there yet. Dropping into Spanish, she adds, "So cut the crap about what's there and help me. We need to find the real psychopaths here."
She didn't deny she's going to. This is a formality. He closes his eyes, expression caught in rage. "No," he says, cold. "Fuck, no. Fix your own shit."
"Kovacs -" He's on his way to the door, but that doesn't mean she's not going to try. She's back in English again, and later, some part of her will hate the way anger and pleading mix themselves up in her voice. Right now, she just wants him to stay. "We need to know how dangerous people are. Some of the people here don't know how to fight. Some of them are kids -"
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