"I usually only have nightmares. This is how I feel when I'm awake," she murmurs.

"I'm behind on my television," she admits to Ed, looking over her shoulder, hand up on top of her hat. "Haven't gotten there yet."

Then, without thinking, she says, "Have you seen Boondock Saints, though? That movie... basically the best thing ever made."

Then two devilishly handsome Irishmen with tattoos stalk up and point a gun to her head.

This is clearly not the first time she's had a gun on her, but instead of looking scared she looks annoyed. "Do I look like a mobster or a pimp?"

"Sorry, ma'am," says Murphy, cursing with a word that would be remiss to repeat and hitting his twin hard. "Stupid."

Connor has the decency to look very hurt, and says, voice high and apologetic and a bit whiny in his embarrassment, "I didn't do it on purpose."

"Wait 'til I tell Ma you almost shot a little girl."

"You almost shot a little girl, too," Connor points out, and they continue bickering as they slink through the maze, going the opposite way than Victor's group, and the last thing they can hear from them is their cursing, liberal and loud.

"Cutest Tweedledee and Tweedledum ever."