She would shoot them all in the heart in twenty paces. She knows that most men these days don't think that women can defend themselves as easily, but she trusts in her gun. That said, she's heard stories about Holliday, and maybe that's not a good idea.

"Fine," she says, sharply. "And you don't do anything for that man anymore. Can't you see how little he respects you?" she spits at him with disbelief. "How can you still think he cares about you at all? Mierda," she hisses, before devolving into a slew of cursing again.