Goddammit! [ he expects some reprisal, sure, but maybe not that. she fucking knocks the wind right out of him and he doubles over, holding his stomach and coughing a few times before glaring in her direction. she's cradling her hand like she hurt herself and fucking good. ]

Making friends.

[ was he not supposed to do that? oh well. it was done. ]

Would you have preferred I'd stabbed you with a fork to show you what I could do?

[ kovacs seriously doubts that. ] You wanted to know what I could do and I fucking showed you.