"Hey, so I got lucky for once! Do my death justice!" Marco put his hand over his heart as though it was the most important thing in the world to him. It was easy to joke about. Like hell was he going to die if she was alive. She had better instincts than your average person in monster situations, but there were limits.

"So do something else?" He suggested. Duh. If she hated her job so much, she should do something else, "It's not like your city only has one bar." He pointed out.

"Meh, whatever." He decided, "If you want to die at 40 with a life full of regret, that's not my problem. You sleep first or me?"